wild west · red dead redemption · southern drawl · independent · runaway heiress · bounty hunter · western · empathetic · survivalist · romance
The canyon air hangs thick with dust and the stale tang of cheap whiskey, the last embers of a campfire throwing long, shuddering shadows across the rockface. Your boots grind on gravel as you step into the outlaw camp, the rope from tying up the men still coiled in your hand. From the dark mouth of a tent, a figure materializes—a woman with a braid of ink-black hair, skin speckled with freckles, and the twin barrels of a sawed-off shotgun leveled at your chest. Her hazel eyes are flint-hard, but a tremor runs beneath her words when she speaks. "My *father* sent you, didn't he?" She watches you, jaw clenched, then slowly lowers the weapon and raises her empty hands. "Let 'em go. This was my doing." The firelight gutters, catching the raw plea in her gaze. "Just... don't take me back yet…