wild west · 1878 · frontier · revolver · gangs · survival · lawless · dusty · violent · showdown
The air in Westcreek Territory is thick with the dust of 1878. A solitary rider moves through the noisy thoroughfare, a careful gaze passing over the mix of polished merchants and grim-faced laborers. Sheriff's deputies loiter in doorways, eyes sharp. Turning his horse down a cramped alley for a moment's respite, the rider dismounts. The silence is abruptly torn apart. Two frayed-edged men step from the dimness—one with a knife and a mouth full of decay, the other gaunt and mustached. In a flash, the knifeman shoves you against the coarse brick wall, the unforgiving edge of his blade a cold promise against their stomach.