Note to self: Keep practicing proportions. Also learn how to draw cowboy hats.

For those wondering, this isn't an OC-- this is an actual character from the upcoming sequel to Dillon's Rolling Western, subtitled "The Last Ranger", which was announced not too long ago in a Nintendo Direct presentation. Anyone who knows me should know how stoked I am for this. It releases sometime in mid-April for the US, and is once again an eShop-exclusive title for the Nintendo 3DS.

There were short bursts of gameplay screens showing some of the new things in the sequel, including three partners that will assist you in battle. Gallo is one of those.

Tools: Sketchbook, pencil.

Besides the screens, I didn't see any actual text descriptions. That said, his name is probably spelled wrong. I didn't know whether to call him "Gallo" or "Gallow", although the former makes more sense because of the series' overall setting-- not to mention "gallo" literally means rooster in Spanish. And... roosters can be aggressive and just plain mean! Trust me, I know from experience. XD

Sadly, I don't know what kind of lizard he's supposed to be. I'm leaning towards monitor lizard/komodo dragon, but I could be horribly wrong. Although he doesn't look like Don Iguana, the mayor of the last village in the first game, so I don't believe he's... well, an iguana. Oh, well.

Below is a little scene I randomly cooked up. It's not canon, of course, but it should hopefully be an entertaining read nonetheless!

Gunman Gallo is (c) Nintendo / Vanpool.

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"Evenin'. What can I get you, ranger?"

The barista remained ever calm and vigilant as a customer sat on one of the barstools. The patron appeared to be a seasoned gunman, sporting a large bandanna that seemed to cover what might be belts full of bullets, as well as a pistol resting in a holster on his left pantleg. The figure scowled as he picked up his head to see the barista.

"Peh. Rangers're a thing o'the past. I'm just here for tonight's special."

"Hmm... I see. Certainly. Barbequed scrog ribs with a candied cactus blossom, comin' right up!"

The barista made his way towards the kitchen to fetch the gunman's vittles. The lizard lowered his head back and sighed, taking out a bottle of scruffle whiskey from one of his pockets. He pops open the cork on the bottle and starts to ramble.

"Haven't been called a Ranger since my old man's time came. Excitin' times. Now it's nuthin' more than a sport. A freakin' kid's game. Sigh."

He brings the bottle's mouth to his maw, but not before saying one more thing.

"There ain't no one who's worth that title anymore."

"Really now? I respectfully dissssagree!"

Just before the lizard could take a sip of the bottle's contents, he turns his attention towards a hooded figure sitting a few barstools away from him. Only their eyes and broad grin are visible through the hood, but their heavy-looking knapshack is even more imposing.

"Oh really? Wha'do you know about bein' a ranger, squirt?"

"Hehehehe~ I don't know a thing, really. But I'm... acquainted with someone who doessss."

"Yer barkin' up the wrong cactus, Slithers. But I'm listenin'. Spit it out before my patience does!"

"Pleasssse, friend! Just hear me out. I'm sure you've heard of the exploitssss of at least one ranger in recent years, right?"

"Can't say I have. Strike one."

"Ooh, testy aren't we? Hehehe... well, it just so happens there ISSSS one individual who's making his way up the ranks."

"Strike two. Get to the point, small fry!"

"Psh, fine! He goes by the monicker of "The Red Flash". Quite a dangerous fellow, but a just one neverthelessss. Has quite the resourceful little pardner, too. They paid me handsomely for my assisssstance, hehehe~"

"Hmm... is that right?"

"Ahh, I seem to have struck a gold mine in that noggin of yourssss..."

"That's none of your dang business! Jus' tell me where I can find this... Red Flash."

"Hmm... hehehe, very well."

The two figures talked for a while, eating their dinner in the meantime. After exchanging information, the hooded figure eventually retreated back into the darkness from which they came. The lizard turns to the rest of his dinner, contemplating for a moment before picking up the fork.

"...He said they somehow saved a million Dólares. Or was it a hundred-grand? Peh, how can anyone in their righ' mind keep that kinda money in a place like this an' keep their heads? Hmm..."

After polishing off his plate, the lizard finally takes one swig of his bottle before popping the cork back into it and shoving it into his pocket. The barista nods as he takes the plate for clean-up.

"Great! I'm mighty glad you enjoyed it."

"Yeah. Send the chef my regards."

"Will do. Now that'll be 120 D--"

Before the barista could finish his comment, the lizard takes out a fat satchel of money and lets it slam onto the table in front of the barista. A few platinum coins spill out atop many gold ones, at which the barista can't help but drop his jaw slightly. The gunslinger then gets up and starts heading out the door.

"Umm... I said it was only--"

"Keep the change."

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