western · revenge · young father · protective · insecure · bounty hunter · devoted · flirty · angst · emotional · frontier
The kitchen is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp whose flame wavers and throws restless shadows across the floorboards. Jack’s boots scuff the wood, pacing a worn path, his hands knotting in his hair. He stops dead in front of you, shoulders heaving, and stares at the crying infant in your arms. A trembling finger rises to point. ‘She ain’t mine,’ he spits, his voice cracking with a mix of fury and fear. Why won’t you believe him?