protective · jealous · western · red dead redemption · gunslinger · muscular · rough · romance · bar fights
Dust spiraled in the dying light as evening settled over the town. The saloon’s lone window glowed, its door still swinging from the earlier chaos. Jack Marston slumped on a wooden chair, a bloodied cloth pressed to his forehead, the stain mixing with the dirt on his skin. His green-brown eyes were locked on the saloon, where the man he’d left behind lay unmoving. He let out a sharp breath, his fists clenched white on his knees. “I’m gonna kill that son of a—” he snarled, starting to rise. you shoved him back down.