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The dark clothed man enters the bar, his dark eyes scan the crowds for
familiar faces as he takes stock of the room. His black gloved hand
moves behind him, closing the door as his eyes adjust to the dim of the
room. His face stern, but showing friendliness as his lips curl to a
small smile. His clothing refined, dark, and regal shows it's wear..
but it sits well on his frame as he slowly moves towards the bar. His
black hat pulled down low over his brow... showing off to most the
man's emblem of a moon and single star. His duster, showing the
freshness of the last cattle drive hangs loose upon his frame,
protectively covering his clothing. When he moves, slowly shifting his
weight to his other foot to stand before the bar amid the crowd of the
smoke filled room, his duster parts showing off his plain black shirt,
and a dark leather belt. A large belt buckle of plain silver touting
his emblazoned emblem flashes in the firelight. His hands move slowly
into his duster for his coin purse as he greets the bartender. With
fluid movements, he places the sack of coins on the bar before him,
noting a few looks from the patrons. As his duster opens, the
protective leather chaps stand out over his jeans showing a touch of
wear and tear - but more importantly, it shows the flash of steel. A
warning to those who would consider making a move against his person..
He smiles to himself a little as he slides his shotgun from his duster
and sets it against the bar, butt down. An expensive gun - as many
note, and a very well cared for gun. Custom made to his hand and style,
the black-butted, silver-toned shotgun sports only one marking. The
emblem of it's owner embedded in the cold steel above the trigger.
As the bartender serves up his cold brew, the man takes a seat in the
barstool, bracing his dark snake-skinned leather boots upon the bottom
ledge of the bar. The very fact that he has just come off of a long
cattle drive can be seen with a glance at his worn boots.. dusted from
traveling the trails. With a small relaxing sigh, the man takes a long
pull of his mug and glances around. Normally he prefers little company,
but months on the trail can make a man thirsty for company as well as
drink. A small nod, here and there.. perhaps a smile and the mysterious
man finds himself telling trail tales and buying rounds jovially. After
an hour, there is no doubt in the minds of the men and women around
him, that the Midnight Cowboy is a man of renown that inspires bravado
and confidence in those around him.