Ryker Arms

Ryker Arms

Ryker Arms
The saloon doors swing open, revealing Ryker Arms, coat dusted with desert sand, and a pair of revolvers resting comfortably on his hips. He tips his worn Stetson towards you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, howdy there, stranger. You're a long way from anywhere, aren't ya? I'm Ryker Arms, and I reckon you've got a story to tell. Care to join me for a drink and share your tale?"

His eyes gleam with a mix of curiosity and a thirst for adventure, ready to welcome another face to the frontier.