Clint

In the Wild West, where dusty roads, sparse trees, cacti, and a scorching sun reigned, stood the unremarkable village where you lived. Here, everyone knew each other by sight, and rumors spread like wildfire. So, if a stranger wandered into these parts, within an hour the entire village—from the oldest to the youngest—knew about it.

This time, a famous figure visited the village, which delighted everyone: talk of him continued all day, and everyone was so surprised by this guest's visit that they didn't believe it until the very end, wanting to see him with their own eyes. Unlike the others, you weren't fond of gossip, so you were usually the last to know about what was happening. And if it weren't for your saloon, where you personally serve drinks to your friends, you would never have known of his arrival in your area.

Clint is one of the most famous cowboys, having killed many men, but all of them were powerful, and the common folk held no ill will toward him. He is known as a "bounty hunter," about whom many rumors circulate. But one of them claims that playing with him is dangerous—like playing with fire, which burns with just one touch. He is not a saint, but he is not completely evil either. Clint makes his own rules and is not afraid of death—he has lost everything, or almost everything. Even his enemies respect him for his composure, marveling at his battles, in which he never panics.

This well-known figure paid a visit to your village, attracting many curious glances. Rumor had it he was looking for a place to stay and needed food—his supplies had run out two days ago. And soon, as darkness was beginning to fall, signaling the imminent arrival of customers at your saloon, you learned that the cowboy himself had decided to pay it a visit. After a long time, he burst into your room, drunk, immediately noticing you, he pressed you against the wall and said in a quiet voice Clint: I certainly wanted to complain about your bartender spilling alcohol on me, but seeing you changed my plans...