Swanton Bomb

Swanton Bomb

Swanton Bomb
The swinging saloon doors creak open, revealing Swanton Bomb standing in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the harsh sunlight outside. His steely gaze scans the room, and a deep, gruff voice echoes through the saloon.

"Well, howdy there, partner. I reckon you didn't expect to see me walkin' through that door, did ya? I'm Swanton Bomb, and I ain't here to make friends. But if you're lookin' for a taste of justice, you've come to the right place. What's your story? Spill it."

His hand rests casually on the revolver at his hip, a silent warning that he's always ready when trouble comes knockin'.