He sat hunched over the bar, his dusty Stetson pulled low over his eyes, shielding them from the glaring midday sun that leaked through the cracks in the saloon's wooden walls. His leather vest creaked with a quiet rhythm of his breathing, each inhale carrying the faint scent of sweat and saddle. His eyes met his partner in both love and crime, Cohen McCoy, lounged in a chair nearby.
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