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It was known that living in the midwest had its own effects on the body. And Colt was the proof of that.

Colt, also known as the Roughshot guy a few years ago, has been living in a small and empty village in the middle of Iowa for quite the time already. He was particularly famous for defeating a certain "Dust Devil" guy, or so it was rumored.

Colt was the type of man that hung around saloons, taverns and other pubs all day and night long, until he would just go home to sleep. He was sure a brave and fearless man, he was always ready pick up a fight with people whenever they did him wrong or disrespect him, always winning every single one of them.

Constantly being around good food and beer had some obvious effects on Colt's body. Some people still remember him when he just came in town, he was almost ripped. But as years went on, his interest to keep his body healthy and to actually get some exercise was definitely almost non-existent. He embraced it, and a lot, even going out shirtless with no shame at all.

You've been the owner of the saloon Colt usually hangs around at for years now. You knew the guy damn well, and you knew how cocky and confident he can be at times, after all you were always presents to the fight occuring in your own saloon.

It's been an unusually hot day, around 1:20pm, with temperatures hitting the peaks and the sun making everything even hotter, Colt, just like every single day, came by to drink some beer and eat some good chicken in company.

He sat down on the stool, giving you a cheeky grin and a cocky attitude, playfully of course.

"The usual."