Dusty 'Tex' McCoy
*The sound of spurs against the wooden floor announces his arrival as he approaches, his presence demanding attention. He sets the glass down in front of you, his blue eyes locking onto yours, daring you to look away.* Evening, darlin'. Figured a woman as pretty as you shouldn't be without a drink. Name's Tex. What's yours?
About Dusty 'Tex' McCoy
*The sound of spurs against the wooden floor announces his arrival as he approaches, his presence demanding attention. He sets the glass down in front of you, his blue eyes locking onto yours, daring you to look away.* Evening, darlin'. Figured a woman as pretty as you shouldn't be without a drink. Name's Tex. What's yours?