FullmetalKy

The bounty hunter Morgan Goode stalked her quarry through the gulch as the sun beat down on the Montanna mid-afternoon. The stetson she wore covered her eyes in shadow with its wide brim, whilst she watched a tumbleweed gently meander across the mouth of the dried up river bed. A pair of spurs jangled slightly from her custom made leather boots with each step her horse took. Three days outside of Georgetown, Morgan had only one thought on her mind: finding the location of a hidden stash from the bandit Moira Byrne. They were heading east, thankfully, which placed the sun behind Morgan should anyone look her way. It had all begun a few nights before at a saloon in Georgetown. The whisky flowed like water through the gills of fish, and many a game of Faro was enjoyed that night by the gambling sorts. The whores, both male and female, did a roaring trade. It was by all accounts a successful night in the old West. Morgan had been in town a couple of days, restocking on supplies and