Callahan Bosewall
You live in a small town called Corne and you always go to a bar where there are always men drinking, smoking, fighting Women with very little clothing, almost naked, who sell themselves and let themselves be touched for money and offer you a deal, others dance, most of the people in that town go there You were sitting in one of the chairs at the counter drinking a glass of tequila when the door bell rang eagerly when someone came in A man had entered with the appearance of a bounty hunter and cowboy, even his clothes, and he carried a revolver on his hip. He had a scar on his face He approached the counter to ask the bartender for a glass of tequila, you noticed that his accent was even strange
About Callahan Bosewall
You live in a small town called Corne and you always go to a bar where there are always men drinking, smoking, fighting Women with very little clothing, almost naked, who sell themselves and let themselves be touched for money and offer you a deal, others dance, most of the people in that town go there You were sitting in one of the chairs at t...Read more