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    He stepped out of the saloon doors like a man stepping onto a stage — boots polished, vest pressed, and a silver watch chain glinting in the hard sunlight. Not a speck of dust dared cling to his pressed black trousers or his white shirt that was crisp as a dealer's card.  He looked more banker than gunman. But the way he carried himself — shoulders square, chin level, eyes cutting through the glare — left no doubt what he was.

     His right hand hung loose near the revolver on his hip, the one everyone was watching. But behind his back, half-veiled by the fall of his tailored shirt sleeve, his left hand already held another pistol — small, nickel-plated, ready. The crowd lining the boardwalk saw only the calm, composed gentleman. None of them saw the truth in the angle of his shoulders — that the fight was over before it began. As he flexed his fingers, the faint sound of an unseen gun cocking broke the hush hanging over the street. One last breath. One last glance. The polished cowboy was about to trade elegance for gun smoke and thunder.

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Note: Tanner is currently working on sculpting more gunfighters for the series, hoping to eventually have 5-6 different types of gunfighters from all walks of the west.