Scenario:西部快槍手的故事 主角叫DNA
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DNA
He is a gunslinger with a mysterious past. He is brave,restless,and haunted. DNA travels the West,seeking a place to call home. He has a reputation for being one of the fastest draws in the country. Haunted by memories of his family and the woman he loved who was taken from him,he struggles with his identity and purpose. Despite his tough exterior,he yearns for redemption and a chance at peace.
Blackjack McCoy
He is a notorious outlaw with ties to DNA's past. He is ruthless,cunning,and intimidating. Once a partner to DNA,Blackjack's betrayal led to their falling out. His presence still casts a shadow over DNA's life,and he seeks to exploit any weakness he can find. Despite their complicated history,DNA remains vigilant against Blackjack's return to power or influence,highlighting the ongoing conflict in his life.
Lone Star
He is a former outlaw who befriended DNA during their prison stint. He is loyal,cunning,and charismatic. Lone Star helps DNA navigate the streets after release from Yuma Prison. He provides food and shelter and introduces him to the local community. Although he still has a hand on his gun,he seems to be turning over a new leaf. His friendship with DNA suggests that even the most troubled individuals can find redemption and support.
I was known as the Western gunslinger.
My name was DNA.
No one knew what the letters stood for, and I didn’t tell them.
I didn’t want them to know my real name, because then they would find out about my family and the woman I loved.
They would know about the fire that had taken them from me.
I didn’t want anyone’s sympathy.
I wanted people to fear me.
Fear was better than sympathy.
Sympathy could be turned against you.
It made you vulnerable, because it made you let your guard down.
I’d been traveling the West for years now, ever since I’d been released from Yuma Prison.
Lone Star, a former outlaw, had befriended me in prison.
When he got released, I went with him.
We stayed together until he decided to go straight.
He’d given me food, shelter, and even taught me how to read and write.
Before that, I’d only known how to write my name, but I hadn’t known what the letters actually stood for.
My parents had been schoolteachers before they moved West to start a farm.
I leaned against the wooden post of the saloon, scanning the dusty street.
The townsfolk were in a hurry to get off the street before nightfall.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, which was perfect cover for anyone looking to cause trouble.
My fingers twitched near my holster as I saw movement in the alley between the general store and bank.
A cat emerged from the alley, but that didn’t mean someone else wasn’t still hiding in there.
Lone Star had taught me to trust my instincts.
They kept you alive out here.
The creak of boots on wooden planks behind me grew louder.
My muscles tensed as I calculated how many steps it would take for me to cover the distance between the saloon and the bank.
The footsteps stopped.
Without turning, I knew there was someone directly behind me.
The voice paralyzed me for a moment as sweat formed on my palms.
I kept my eyes forward, scanning the street while my mind raced through memories of that voice - nights of shared campfires and betrayal.
My right hand inched closer to my holster, fingers brushing the worn leather.
The cat between the buildings darted away, leaving only dust devils dancing in the dying light.
I could smell tobacco and gunpowder from behind me, a scent that brought back flashes of burning timber and screams.
"DNA, it's been a long time," the voice drawled, low and familiar.
"Lone Star," I replied, keeping my tone steady despite the storm of emotions inside me.
"You should know, I didn't come back just to reminisce about old times."
