He walked into a saloon. He left behind silence, blood, and a story no one would ever tell the same way twice. In a land ruled by reputation and revenge, one man doesn't speak unless it's already too late. And when he does-someone's about to drink something they shouldn't. _A Western soaked in smoke, myth, and the kind of violence that makes legends whisper._

What is it that I think? Does it even matter? I leave a lot of things unsaid, unheard, and well.. Here's all the things I wish someone would've and could've heard me say.