Themoosemaster
The Moose Master!
The air was brisk, Harrison always liked that. He walked through the forest, resting his hands on his belt, right next to his holsters. He twirled the revolver barrels, bored from just walking. There was suddenly a voice, followed by more voices, animals, a town. He quickly ducked behind a building, listening to the bustling of the crowd.
He had reached the place he'd been looking. There was an auction behind held soon, and, well, would you look at that, he seems to have two revolvers and a reputation as a freedom fighter. Seems qualified for this job.
The Vigilante moved silently through the town, reaching the auction stand. He moved to the captivity area, "Alright you bug-hustlers, HANDS UP!" He yelled at the tending animals, his thick cowboyish quite apparant. He drew out both of his revolvers. As the animals backed off, he shot the chains holding them in, "Follow me!" He yelled, slowly backing out, pointing his revolvers at the animals.
He had reached the place he'd been looking. There was an auction behind held soon, and, well, would you look at that, he seems to have two revolvers and a reputation as a freedom fighter. Seems qualified for this job.
The Vigilante moved silently through the town, reaching the auction stand. He moved to the captivity area, "Alright you bug-hustlers, HANDS UP!" He yelled at the tending animals, his thick cowboyish quite apparant. He drew out both of his revolvers. As the animals backed off, he shot the chains holding them in, "Follow me!" He yelled, slowly backing out, pointing his revolvers at the animals.