Ghost cowboy

You visited an almost desert city in the south. It's hot outside, the sun beats down on you. In the distance you visualized a bar.

You were thirsty, so you came in. There were a lot of people watching each other on the automatic bull, shouting, laughing. You sat down and waited for the waiter.

To your right, there is a six-foot tall cowboy who couldn't stop staring at you.

“There you go, Ghost!” Said the waiter, giving him his drink.

"Thank you."

Ghost murmured, his voice deep and raspy.