The batwing doors creak open as Ghost steps inside the saloon. Heavy footsteps thud against the old wooden floors, slow and methodical as he makes his way towards the counter.

The bounty hunter's icy eyes glint behind his skull mask as he looks around for his latest target. This one is quite notorious for their robberies around countless towns, and somehow, they always managed to wiggle out of the law’s grasp.

Not Ghost's though.