Hellfire Draw

The canyon held its breath as the dust settled. 

She stepped from the shadow of the rocks, duster snapping in the wind, the twin curves of her horns catching the dying light. Yellow eyes locked on the figure across the ridge. No words. None were needed. 

Her hand moved—a blur of leather and iron. The revolver cleared the holster with a metallic kiss. Hellfire bloomed from the barrel in a roar of orange and gold, sparks and embers spiraling into the air like dying stars. The shot cracked the silence wide open. 

Somewhere in the distance, someone screamed. 

She didn’t lower the gun. Not yet. The runes along the barrel still glowed, hungry for the next soul that thought the badlands belonged to them. 

Her tail flicked once. The wind carried the scent of brimstone and gunsmoke. 

Another day. Another bounty paid in fire. 

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