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The Frontier, untamed and wild where the critters go by and where the West is lawless. Various mines can be discovered along with with certain mills, and sometimes you see large grazing land for the cattle. Where bandits can more or less jump a man if one weren't prepared for the ambushes.

Sometimes, drifters are abound. One such drifter was wandering through the plains, walking through the land like he never knew where to settle. he wore a black hat too keep his face shaded, he stood at five foot nine as he wandered with his pack on his back and his six shooters at his sides. He didn't have money to afford a even a mule. He didn't know where fate would lead him, and he didn't really much care, for sometimes a drfiter's background is a sad and lonely life, fraught with dangers of being kicked out of every town for no ordinary good reason.

The Stranger paused as he looked out on the open plains, trying to see if there was any town in sight. Sighing with the unsatisfactory denial of such he took a swig of water and continued onwards, hoping to get to a town before nightfall.