Mommy's Bazookas & Texas Patti

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Robby Apples, Texas Patti Pic(s)

The morning sun cast long shadows across the dusty ranch, where the air was thick with the scent of leather and impending trouble. Robby Apples leaned against the splintered fence post, his gaze fixed on the formidable figure everyone called Texas Patti. She was a force of nature, a whirlwind of denim and determination known for her sharp wit and even sharper aim. Her most legendary assets, however, were the twin Colts holstered low on her hips, weapons the locals had affectionately dubbed “Mommy’s Bazookas” for their sheer stopping power. Robby, a man of few words and a fast draw himself, knew better than to challenge her outright. He watched as Texas Patti methodlessly checked her gear, her movements a fluid, practiced dance of precision and grace. A challenge had been issued, not with words, but with a simple, cold stare that promised a reckoning. The entire town seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the first, fateful move in their high-noon standoff. Robby finally pushed off the post, his hand hovering near his own polished pistol, a silent acceptance of the duel. In that charged silence, the only sound was the gentle creak of leather as Texas Patti’s fingers twitched, ready to unleash her famous fury upon anyone who dared cross her.