Thread: The Best in the West (Candira and Legion)

Tom was sitting at a table towards the front of the saloon. He acted as a bit of a bouncer for the saloon, and sitting towards the front ensured people had a harder time getting out past him. He wasn't paid for this or anything, he just hated people causing trouble in a place where you were supposed to relax. He was a young man in his late twenties, brunette hair running long down the back of his neck almost to his shoulders, but always tied back in a ponytail. If he left it untied and stepped outside you could see the ends of his hair lighten up with a dark blond contrast, though unnoticeable while inside. He dressed like the typical gunslinger, tan hide boots, dark brown fabric pants, a white cotton shirt, and a leather duster old and faded with the years. He had light brown eyes, and a fit physique. He could take and throw a punch with the rest of them, and pick up a raging saloon girl and carry her off to cool down while she kicked and swung for him to put her down. It was known in town that Tom was a gunslinger. He carried two of the slingers signature .45 caliber Peacemaker. He preferred peace and quiet which is why he settled down in the town, and stopped looking for showdowns. However, after he stopped traveling, the showdowns seemed to come to him. Heartbreak Tom, that's what the gunslingers called him out as. He had a routine to his duels anyone who challenged him had to give him their birth name which he wrote down in a little black book, then they took a single bullet he gave them and went to a specific gunsmith and had their initials engraved on the bullet, come back with the bullet which Tom put in one of his guns and set to be the first bullet to be fired, and then they were ready for the duel. He had settled down in the town for three years now and had repeated this routine over twenty eight times. Those who come out, to spectate on the duels, see he is called Heartbreak Tom because he always shoots and hits the heart. Today had been busy, yet no one had gotten rowdy enough for him to have to step in. It was, at least for him, a relaxing day where he could sit back at his table and deal out cards. He would often be found jumping between Faro or Poker, and for the few who could actually count, blackjack. He stopped for a moment when he saw Kate get up by the piano, he had heard calls for her to sing. He, like all the others, admired her build and taste in clothing, though for reasons to his own he was one of the few men that visited the bar that did not ask for a room with her. However he looked out for her, and would often walk her home when she worked late like this, after all not all the men in town could be trusted to keep their hands off her outside of the saloon. He had paused the game of poker he was dealing out so he could sit back and enjoy her singing, this was one of the few to only reasons he would ever stop a card game. However the pause didn't last longer than a second after he turned his attention towards the piano when one of the players tried to sneak a card back into the stack and get a few better ones. Hey, no cheating at my table. Tom had dealt with this man once before and always kept him barely within his line of sight. Wh-what? I wasn't cheatin' Tom I swear. Just reachin' for my drink is all. he said pulling his hand back and towards his glass. Get up and leave your money on the table, you know my rules by now Terrance. To hell I'm leavin' my coin for something I wasn't doing! The man raised his voice. Tom remained calm, eyes on the piano and Kate, Either leave with an empty pocket and your pride in tact, or with an empty wallet and a broken face. Your choice. The man sat down no longer complaining, desiring both his coin and his physical well being. He knew Tom backed up what he said. You're not staying at my table. I'll let you leave with your coin this once Terrance, now sit back and enjoy the music.