Snippet #2004536

The Nomad came to town from the east side, riding on his horse at a slow steady walk, as his horse was tired from taking the trails that only a madman would take. His green eyes darted from place to place, trying to figure out where's where in the town of Splitcreek.

Ahead he thought he saw a gunfight, his lips licked and a slow chilling smile started to come across his face, he almost felt tempted to leap into the fray, his gun blazing to get the person on the bounty, he started to chuckle to himself that was slowly starting to turn into an almost berserking laughter, at that moment his horse whinnied, snapping him out of his reverie. he looked at his horse and made towards a drinking trough in front of a particular tavern that a dusty sign read Silver Spur. Looking at the tavern he cocked his head to the side in a odd sense of thinking.

"Maybe a job's open there, unless the town Marshall or someone nabs me to be their deputy or bodyguard." Damian muttered to himself as he dismounted off his horse and let him start drinking before he started to walk in, hearing someone thanking the bartender for a beer as he wandered to an empty table and down, he gave the Man and the bartender a friendly nod before setting his eyes on the table to concentrate on other matters in his head.