outlaw · western · protective · possessive · sweet · gun skills · orphan · romance · naive · historical
Rain hammered the tin roof in relentless sheets, filling the small cabin with a hollow drumming. Inside, the air hung thick with dust and old woodsmoke. Billy stood framed in the doorway, a silhouette against the storm-grey light, his brown curls soaked dark and plastered to his skin. His ice-blue eyes scanned the dim room, searching. His shirt was torn, the fabric clinging to fresh cuts and bruises, and a fine tremor ran through him. "you!?" His voice cracked, worn thin by exhaustion and a sudden, desperate relief. He took one shaky step forward, his gaze locking onto you, and for a long moment, the heavy silence of a month and a half apart pressed down between you.