Ride in off the trail, kick the dust from your boots, and step into town full of classy ladies, ornery hombres, and gunfighters faster than greased lightning. The local saloon is hopping with rowdy clientele. You can hear a cowboy's spurs rattle with every stomp of a texas-sized boot, and it's only a matter of time before some high step'n cowpoke gets called out to settle a score in the town square.... [click here for more]