Back in the 1800s there was the period where no rules applied. Nowadays us Americans look back on the old days with smile, the old West holding a special place in our hearts. Tv nowadays depicts the Wild West as a place riddled with anarchy, some romance, and a lot of violence. There were hardworking cowboys, pesky Indians, clueless lawmakers, Gamblers going bankrupt, women with pushups, and some daring gunslingers... and lucky for us the tv shows and movies ain't exaggerating.

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"Yeah, this is Durango alright. It's been through some tough shit, but it's still standing." The old man explained, taking a long drag of his pipe. His flat-brimmed hat was tilted slightly to block the sun shining down harshly on the plains.

The man held the reins of his horse in one hand, while his pipe was sitting lazily in his other hand. His horse let out a loud whinny as they neared the small town. Your horse trotted beside his, your hands holding the reins loosely.

"Why Durango? They name it after the mayor or something?" You question, tilting your held slightly as you examined the town. Women sat in the shade fanning themselves, men entered into the saloon, and children ran in the streets. There was many people despite the small size.

"You ain't heard the stories?" The man asked, raising his brows. He looked at you in surprise before shaking his head,"I guess I'll tell you a story before I drop ya off..."

The town of Sindale had been around since the beginning, but despite it's longevity the town wasn't a strong force to be reckoned with. It was constantly terrorized by thief's and burglars. But, after a few months of the constant mayhem, the burglaries stopped and the people thought they'd finally have some peace. However, they were wrong. The word on the streets was that the criminals stayed away because someone told em' to. Nah, it wasn't the sheriff. It was the rattlers, one of the most renown gangs in the old West. They came into town, causing havoc and declaring themselves the leaders of the little place. They had themselves a good ole time for a couple a weeks before someone decided they'd come and do something about it. It was two brothers, Durango and ---. The two of em walked into town, shooting up a storm. Took down the whole damn gang with a few bullets and their wit. They kept the leader alive though and the eldest, Durango, challenged him to a duel. Both took twenty paces before turning towards each other. Town says it was dead silent, they say not one breath was taken and not one word was uttered. They said Durango never missed and I guess in this occurrence their words were proved true. The two me fired their pistols, both bullets whizzing from the barrels at the same moment. Both hit their targets. Durango began fall to the ground and at the same time, so did the man who had his gun aimed at his brother, a bullet embedded in his chest. The leader of the gang followed soon after, --- shooting him immediately after his brother began to fall."

You frown as the mans story comes a close, shaking your head as you enter the town,"And what happened to the brothers? Did Durango live?"
You question as the two of you slow your horses to a walk.

The old man shook his head,"The town doesn't know what happened. Say that --- grabbed his brother and left. They tried to give him money, at least tell them thank you, but they were gone as quickly as they came." He said as pulled lightly on his reins, his horse stopping as he did,"Hey now, don't look so glum. There's plenty of legends we only hear about once and never again."

You only shrug as you slide from the saddle, your boots hitting the ground with a light thud.

He tips his hat to you as nudges his horse, ushering it to walk,"Well, I hope you find whatever the hell you're looking for in this shit town." He calls back to you and kicked his horse into a gallop, making his way to the next town.

You sigh, looking around,"Guess this'll be my home for a while..."

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I'm bored... like realllly bored