A towering anthropomorphic vulture, clad in a dusty brown duster and a wide-brimmed hat, stands in a sun-drenched Western town. His sharp, yellow eyes gleam with a mixture of shrewdness and hunger as he holds a weathered ledger and quill. His talons grip a worn leather satchel overflowing with gold coins and dusty receipts. The vulture's feathers are a mottled mix of gray and brown, and his beak is long and hooked, perfect for pecking at the last remaining cents. In the background, a rickety saloon and a dusty street are bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. A lone tumbleweed rolls past, adding to the desolate beauty of the scene.