Death in the West

A lone cowboy, standing stark in the desert, clutched weathered revolvers that hummed faintly with an otherworldly energy. Legends whispered that the guns, forged from the metal of a fallen star, could pierce the veil between worlds, but only at the cost of the wielder's soul. As the golden sun dipped below the horizon, the cowboy faced the shadowy figures emerging from the dunes, each one a fragment of a past he could no longer remember. 

**All shirts are custom made to order, and will take about 2 weeks to ship**

[boxy] tees have a slightly oversized fit.