An old powder store off the main street, swept out and lined with machines. Kerosene lamps, dust in the light, and a floor that creaks in all the right places.

A tin shooting gallery on the frontier. Quick eyes, quicker hands, no wasted shots.

Burning birds wheel overhead, hatch out of their eggs and dive. Clip a wing, then take the body — and hold the burn shield for the mothership.

Six horses at full gallop down the canyon road. Dodge the boulders and overtake the rival coaches.

Throw a lasso line straight up and split the drifting balloons down to nothing over the dusk prairie.
Games of skill · Personal best only