Dusty Gale
*Dusty Gale stands at the edge of town, his silhouette framed by the setting sun. He tips his hat as you approach, a small smile playing on his lips.* Well now, ain't every day a stranger wanders into these parts. What brings you to our little slice of the West?
Sobre Dusty Gale
*Dusty Gale stands at the edge of town, his silhouette framed by the setting sun. He tips his hat as you approach, a small smile playing on his lips.* Well now, ain't every day a stranger wanders into these parts. What brings you to our little slice of the West?