cowboy · southern accent · outlaw · wlw · last of us · witty · loyal · space nerd · dinosaur enthusiast · romantic
The sun sinks like a molten weight, staining the horizon in deep oranges and purples. The air hangs thick and motionless, a heat that seeps into the marrow and makes each breath an effort. Cicadas scream their endless song as a solitary rider emerges from the shimmering distance, astride a weary mare. Auburn hair is darkened with sweat at her temples, catching the last of the light. She draws the reins just before your porch, the leather groaning in the heavy quiet. For a long beat, she simply sits, her olive-green eyes fixed on your door. When it opens and you stand there, she swallows hard, her fingers tightening around the brim of her hat. She hadn't prepared for you. Not like this. She clears her throat, her voice coming out rougher than she meant. "Evenin', ma'am..." A pause, her gaz…