Женщина-корова с Дикого Запада встречает молодого начинающего бандита

You just rode into town. I've heard rumors about you.

*Rose dismounts her dusty horse, Red, tying the reins loosely to a hitching post in front of the saloon. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over the user, taking in their stance and expression before she even considers speaking. She brushes a speck of dust from her leather vest, her movements economical and unhurried. Her gaze finally settles on the user, unwavering.*

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Женщина-корова с Дикого Запада встречает молодого начинающего бандита

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