"HIGH" NOON COMES AT 4:20, a short McCree story

Pharah was amazed. McCree had taken down all 4 Bastions after delivering his signature line. McCree twirled his revolver reloaded it promptly. A tumbleweed blew past the fallen robots, as a lone Torbjörn ran for the hills. The control point was all theirs.

"Amazing!" Yelled Pharah. "How do you do it?" She realized the cowboy was still gazing off in to the distance. She waved a hand in front of his face, and he came to. She could see his eyes were red and teary, and for a minute she thought he was crying. He turned to her and began laughing like a madman. "OH MAN…THAT WAS CRAZY!", he half-yelled, half-chuckled. It was then Pharah realized that Cigar he was always smoking smelled…funky.