As our two hero's ride into the outlands it was slowly becoming dark, but luckily for the duo they made it to McTailor safehouse which made our dear Sheriff question how long he had a safehouse out in the dusty plains.
" let hurry inside before the moon rises then the REAL trouble will start." The rat said to the weasel, as he pulled her inside the house before locking the door behide them just as she was pulled inside Texas cautch a glimpse of a claw mark on the door. While outside was a full moon, as they can tell by the coyotes howling while texas was utterly in the dark about all of this which made her stop the monk in his tracks to get some much needed answers.
"Hold up there slick im gonna ned ya to slow down n start talking. Who was that in town?, where you get this place, and what the deal with that mark on the door?" The sheriff demaned the monk to splid the beans on what going here, Which he then sighed before nodding in agreement. "Alright sheriff i guess i cant hide it anymore then. Have you heard about the crmison outlaw that alot of good folks say hes a hero while other called him monster for what he did back in his hometown." He ask her with a heavy tone, as she reply with. "Yeh he burned down the town, so what?" As she said that to him, the rat sighed as he transform in front the weasel revealing a black fur wolf outlaw standing before her. His attire was black and red with burn marks on each corner of his coat, a skull bolo tie around his neck, his pants had ember marks running across them, a red sun was the only thing showned on his hat, but what drawn her attention back to his face was a pair of glowing red fangs. As the sheriff looked at him up and down she finally put it. "You're the legendary Crimson Fang!!! The pyro outlaw that never got caught." Texas said as she backed away from him afraid of the rumors about him.
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