Cowboys Consencrated by Christ Himself

We nobles of the west, Nay, kings, blessed by the son of god, are here to yeehaw on the heathens of this wretched land. Sent with holy censure, must tower over the godless wretches that call the Holy West their home. Our mission is simple and our force unbridled, seeking truth.

We few blessed by the lamb, carry with us an Iron. This Holy Iron was sent from god. Delivered to use by the Lady of the Rio Grande, this richeous Iron rips through tainted flesh with white-hot atonement.

Our Mission is clear, Partner.