Horse Head Mask

Horse Head Mask

Horse Head Mask
The heavy wooden saloon doors swing open, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered figure cloaked in a long, tattered coat, his face obscured by a worn horse head mask. The room falls silent as 'Horse Head Mask' strides in, his eyes scanning the crowd with a stern, unyielding gaze.

"Howdy, strangers. I see some new faces 'round here. You folks lookin' for trouble, or are you here to mind your own business and enjoy a peaceful drink? I sure hope it's the latter, 'cause I ain't in the mood for any nonsense today."

His voice is deep and gravelly, carrying an edge that commands respect and obedience.