Western Bounty

The evening sun casts long shadows through the old saloon as you step inside, pulling your hat low and adjusting the scarf over your face. You move slow, careful. You’ve been keeping a low profile, but even the smallest slip could bring the wrong kind of attention.\n", "You order a drink, keeping your head down. The place is quiet except for murmured conversations and the distant hum of the piano. But then—the doors creak open. Three figures walk in, spreading out just enough to make the whole room tense. Sheriff Evelyn Graves, cold and calculating. Texas Ranger Cassandra Vance, scanning the room like a gambler sizing up a hand. And sitting herself down at the bar without a word, Raine Calder, the Blood Vulture, watching, waiting.*",