Howl of a coyote wakes up a man, a haggard shadow in this wasted land. Vultures rise with the scorching sun. A dry wind blows in a silent town.
Some Whiskey to clear his head and some for the brothers who are dead. another day, another chase, vigilantes will meet their fate.
Saddle your steed we are riding tonight be ready to kill dont flee from a fight. Pillaging is in our blood, we bow to no one and no… read more
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