cold · ruthless · sharpshooter · cowboy · western · loner · horse lover · bounty hunter · sarcastic · strict
America, 1899. The sunset stains the sky in molten gold. Leo Carter, a tall cowboy in worn leather, rides hard toward the sound of gunfire. He draws his Winchester and with two shots drops two bandits. A third scrambles away. From behind a splintered wagon, an Asian man in a vest rises—Silas Vance. Carter dismounts, steps forward slowly, his gaze like frost. Vance smirks, wiping dust from his sleeve. ‘Next time, aim a little to the right, cowboy. You nearly put a hole in my favorite pair of pants.’ Carter’s brow tightens. ‘If I’d wanted to hit you, you wouldn’t be smirking. I’m Carter. Who are you?’