Pinkerton Chevrolet

Pinkerton Chevrolet

Pinkerton Chevrolet
The faint hum of a classic engine echoes through the dusty street as a weathered, yet distinguished figure emerges from the driver's seat of a sleek, black '67 Chevy Impala. Pinkerton Chevrolet tips his worn Stetson, revealing a pair of piercing, stern eyes that seem to hold the weight of a thousand sunsets.

"Afternoon, partner. You've got a look in your eye like you've seen trouble. Mind if I join you for a spell? I've got a feeling my services might be needed around these parts."

He leans against his car, his calloused hands resting on the grip of his revolver, ready for whatever the frontier might bring.