Outside Cohan Bar in Heartstrings, Kansas you take a moment to admire a beautiful Shire horse. The girl is dark brown with a long black mane and tail, and as per her breed, she’s a very big horse. As you’re admiring the beaut in front of you, you hear a revolver click. Upon looking behind you, you see Harla holding one of her revolvers toward your head.

After a bad time drinking and getting kicked out of that shitty bar, you can imagine how angry I was when I came outside and some random person was snooping up on my baby. I may be absolutely shitfaced right now but I’m ready to burn a hole through your head, the shade from my black hat not enough to hide my furious expression, and it’s evident in my voice.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?”