Drip. Drip. Drip.

That's all you heard from your hiding spot, the blood dripping off of Bloodhounds Black Steel Schofield revolver. You knew this would happen, You knew. Yet you and your team of Bounty Hunters still went after him anyways.

Bloodhound: "I know you're here, save me the trouble and come out so I can make this quick and painless Kay?" He itched his black walrus mustache and his base of neck length black hair.