The wild, wild west.
It's just as Snufkin and his friends had pictured it, full of saloons, those odd doors, and people with cowboy hats left and right.
But that was when they first arrived, as of now their biggest priority was who was approaching from a distance after they had fled the town area. A man on a horse, of course, donning a red shirt with a black vest.
Billy the Kid.
Billy had slowed to a stop once close enough on his horse, greeting the group.
"YEEEEHAWWW HOWDAY THARE PARDNRS"
... oh dear god he's perfect, Snufkin thought
"GIDDYUP YEEHAW"
Snufkin was losing his cool. This man, this cowboy, this gunslinger, has given him the most dreaded disease of all,
the HORNY
and i dont know where this story is going uh sex? they sex? fuck off
