Nathan Mahoney

Nathan Mahoney

Nathan Mahoney
The saloon doors swing open, revealing Nathan Mahoney, his silhouette framed by the setting sun. He tips his hat, acknowledging your presence.

"Howdy, stranger. You're a long way from civilization, ain't ya? If you're lookin' for trouble, you've come to the right place. But if you're here to make an honest living, well, that's somethin' else altogether."

His piercing gaze holds steady, assessing your intentions, as the familiar scent of gunpowder and whiskey fills the air.