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They Slashed His New Shirt With a Knife Just for Fun—Town Whispered: "He Hunted Men for LESS"

"Some men earn respect through words. Others... through the silence that follows their name." The needle pierced fabric with practiced precision. Samuel Carter's weathered hands guided thread through the collar of his new striped shirt—the first piece of store-bought clothing he'd purchased in seven years. At sixty-three, the former bounty hunter had promised himself small luxuries now that his hunting days were behind him. The Kansas sun filtered through his tailor shop window, casting long shadows across bolts of fabric and half-finished garments. Carson's Bend had been quiet for three months, exactly as Samuel preferred it. He'd chosen this town deliberately—small enough to disappear, large enough to sustain a modest business. The bell above his door chimed. Three men entered, their spurs scraping floorboards Samuel had swept an hour before. Dust from hard riding clung to their clothes. The leader—a lean man with a knife scar across his jaw—wore two pistols tied low. Professional guns. The kind Samuel recognized instantly. "Heard you sew real pretty, old man," the scarred one drawled, tobacco staining his teeth brown. Samuel set down his needle, studying them with eyes that had measured hundreds of desperate men. "Shop's closing. Come back tomorrow." The youngest of the three—barely twenty—snatched Samuel's new shirt from the counter. "This here looks right fancy. Too fancy for a tailor in a nothing town." Before Samuel could speak, the scarred leader pulled his knife. The blade flashed once. The carefully stitched fabric tore with a sound that echoed louder than it should. "Oops," the man grinned. "Knife slipped." The town would whisper soon enough. They always did.