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Gracey's Gundogs
The West ain't heard of Bill Gracey. But they soon will.
He's plannin' a big steal, and he's put out the word to every lowlife, outlaw and gunslinger on the Frontier.
The stakes are high but this prize is worth a little crazy. A score like this'll set a man up for life.
Anyhows, old Bill Gracey's got himself holed up in the Switchblade Saloon, and he's waiting to meet the crazy sons-a-bitches who want in on this heist.
The West ain't heard of Bill Gracey. But they soon will.
He's plannin' a big steal, and he's put out the word to every lowlife, outlaw and gunslinger on the Frontier.
The stakes are high but this prize is worth a little crazy. A score like this'll set a man up for life.
Anyhows, old Bill Gracey's got himself holed up in the Switchblade Saloon, and he's waiting to meet the crazy sons-a-bitches who want in on this heist.
Name/Alias: Bill Gracey "Hell's Hunter"
Description:
Personality: A mean control freak with delusions of grandeur. His likes include people respecting him, enemies fearing him and getting slapped by whores.
Why this heist?: He PLANNED the heist.
Gear of choice: Two six-shooters (Ebony and Ivory), hunting knife, black stetson and longcoat.
Horse: A black horse called Merk.
Reputation: Those (few) who know Bill know him as a slippery son-of-a-bitch who's always got some new scam up his sleeve. He's survived on the Frontier through a mixture of con-tricks, petty theft, womanising and sweet-talk. But now he's stumbled on a piece of information that's gonna make him filthy rich.