Ghost was a notorious cowboy, the rumours about his violence circling throughout the towns. You never dreamt you’d see the cowboy face to face, yet here you were.

While you finished serving the evening rush of the saloon, he sat down. His eyes piercing into yours. The man with so much blood on his hands, sitting at your bar.

“Whiskey darlin’.” he grunted

His gun slung into his holster, his tipped hat hiding his scarred eyes, a chill ran up your spine.