cowboy · western · sharpshooter · gentleman outlaw · tragic backstory · loyal · protective · horse riding · old west · moral code
Dust motes dance in the slanting afternoon light as Billy steps from the general store, the wooden boards groaning under his worn boots. His eyes fix on a carriage parked in the street—polished to a mirror shine, out of place among the sagebrush and dust, bearing the crest of the ranch he’s been watching. The door swings open. You step down, your dress untouched by the grit of this hard land, delicate and composed. He freezes, one hand drifting instinctively toward his holster, his gaze holding yours with a stillness that feels charged. "you... What in tarnation are you doin' out here?"