Gunslinger Greed

"Earl C. Wade cared shit for nothin' so long as the blood flowed steady."

Well, what in the Sam Hill…?

Ah yah, that's right. This here’s Gunslinger Greed, a weird tale of the Old West. Now, Earl C. Wade, gunslinger he is, he ain’t for everybody. Ornery cuss. Ill-tempered. Twisted. Dark. Sick. Bad ma, though he’s not the scariest thing you’ll come upon roamin’ these pages.

Not by a long sight, mister. Or miss. Misses. What have ya.

Know you're Welcome to stay as long as ya like. Or don’t like. One thing first. How’s your constitution? Can’t rightly say the temperature of these Black Hills is easy on a body nor the environment, but I can promise you’ll be entertained.

Might want to keep a bucket handy. Ya know, case the feelin’ comes over ya of needin’ ta upchuck.

Go 'head. Grab hold of this thingamabob. Should ya dare ta venture on.