The Sinner

 (The sinner) stealing hearts like the Western wind snatches hats. He drifted in and out of these ghost towns with almost no effort. No recognition of emotion. No humanity. Just a masked man cloaked in mystery. The outcome, always the same. Another dead body. A few extra bucks. And a few shots of whiskey to drown out the pain. 


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