01-10-2009, 11:06 AM
Cowboy grinned, as he set his bag down on a nearby table.
"Depends." He smirked, "what kind of "assistance" are we talking about here?"
He chuckled, as he took off his black trenchcoat, revealing his mildly muscular and scarred chest, with the bandolier of shotgun shells resting across it.
"Depends." He smirked, "what kind of "assistance" are we talking about here?"
He chuckled, as he took off his black trenchcoat, revealing his mildly muscular and scarred chest, with the bandolier of shotgun shells resting across it.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
