Pale Rider entered the big smoke. The damp cigarette hung from his weather-beaten lips. He had been here before, but this time was different, this time he was the one that would get shot on the street. Click HERE to go large.
Pale Rider entered the big smoke. The damp cigarette hung from his weather-beaten lips. He had been here before, but this time was different, this time he was the one that would get shot on the street. Click HERE to go large.
