Outlawed (Crossmare)
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Last published Wed, Apr 15, 2020
Cross a bounty hunter, has decided to go for a huge jackpot, in his little town, a outlaw and his team have been harassing villagers, it was getting out of hand, the reward being: 6,000 gold for just the leader, the team included adds: 2,000, so thats 8,000, he'd be set for life
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