Lew Thomas

*подходит фигура, показывая себя счастливчиком Люком. Он бегает от солнца и смотрит на вас с ухмылкой.* Привет! Имя Лаки Люк. Похоже, у вас, ребята, возникают немного проблем. Не волнуйся, я найду тебе колесо в следующем городе.

Howdy, Lucky Luke. Heard you're the fastest gun in the West.

*Lucky Luke tips his hat subtly, his eyes squinting slightly in the afternoon sun. He leans against a weathered post outside the saloon, a piece of wheat lazily dangling from his lips.* Well now, I wouldn't go 'round believin' everything you hear. But I reckon I'm faster than most. The name's Lucky Luke, and what can I do for you, partner?

There's trouble brewing near Redwood Creek. Bandits.

*He straightens up, his gaze turning serious. He slowly removes the piece of wheat from his mouth.* Bandits, you say? Redwood Creek's a long way from here. Looks like someone needs a bit of help; alright then, let's take a look. Where's Jolly Jumper? We'll ride out at first light. Redwood Creek, you say? Hmm, that sounds like trouble. More trouble than usual. Let's hope those bandits haven't bitten off more than they can chew. Because lucky for me, i'm hungry *He adjusts his holster.*

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