Lawless West (multi5) Вђ“ [dodi Repack] ›

The sun didn't set in the territory; it just bled out over the jagged horizon, staining the desert a bruised purple. Silas "Six-Shot" Vane pulled the brim of his hat low, the dust of a dozen trails caked into the creases of his leather duster.

Silas kicked open the doors of the "Multi-5" Saloon. The air inside was thick with tobacco smoke and the hushed murmurs of five different languages—frontier German, sharp French, melodic Italian, rough Spanish, and the local English drawl. It was a crossroads of outlaws, all gathered under one roof, unified by the same lawless code. Lawless West (MULTi5) – [DODI Repack]

Silas didn't turn. He just looked at his reflection in the grime-streaked mirror behind the bar. "I’m the one who makes sure nothing gets left behind," he replied, his voice like gravel. "I trim the fat, compress the soul of a man down to his essentials, and get him where he’s going faster than a lightning strike." The sun didn't set in the territory; it

Silas finally turned, his hand hovering over the cold iron at his hip. "Efficiency is the only thing that keeps you alive when the world is 50 gigabytes of chaos and you've only got a 10-megabit heart." The air inside was thick with tobacco smoke

"You the one they call the Repack?" a voice growled from the corner.