Latias or Latios?
Decides that latias is too tired to carry on to the safe place to sleep, but when they make an unscheduled stop in a cave which isn't on their journey they soon realize that latias and latios had switched bodies and decide to make the most of it by drakkos gunslinger
The Quick Fox Fix
He said quietly, twirling the dildo in his paws about like an old fashioned gunslinger.
Sand and Blood, Part 1
The looks that the two gunslingers gave the man were cold, unforgiving, the looks of two hardened killers.
Pin to Win: Round III
Maverick winked down at her boytoy then turned, planting her two-toed feet far apart like a gunslinger's stance. she bent at the knees and squatted.
Warframe: Suiting Up II
Not to be, as she passed along with limber struts, hips asway with an endearing confidence that mirrored her creation as the perfection of gunslingers.
Expedition: Solitaire
I richly deserved the admiral's tongue-lashing for taking such a risk, especially when gunslinger was only moments away and general wilson was in position to eliminate the attack as it emerged from the passage.
Hyperscat FFX-2 story
Her sheepish apology turned into a wicked smile as the gunslinger ripped another powerful fart. "why not give in..."
The Story Of Blu Macintosh
He could not find jocelyn and the gunslingers were gone. yet the strange part of it seemed to be the dead man in front of him. blu had not killed this man, it was against him, so he checked him, nothing, and his supplies were gone.
Surviving Insanity
"we're all gunslingers, sir," lawrence states. "we act as a unit mostly. moe is the oldest so he gets to be leader, i report our findings back to hq so i am the radio mammal i guess.
Paladin of The Dark Sun, Chapter 2: The Incident
Atli reminded math of an old fashion gunslinger from those ancient terran movies. what were they called again? westerns? "what, no hat," math asked, half mockingly. atli scowled and rolled his eyes. "later. her ladyship sent me." math frowned.
The Haunted Pants
They had an old charm, something rustic and familiar, like cowboys riding horses down a dusty valley, gunslingers barging into old western taverns angrily demanding if "you felt lucky, punk?"
The Sumner Ranch
There was thompson, the eldest with raven hair and slender well-built body he was tough with those he loved; joseph, the middle brother, he held all the build and physique that reminded me of those old western gunslingers in old dime novels, he talked in a