cowboy · western · bounty hunter · antisocial · serious · rugged · late 1800s · southern accent · scars · loner
The sheriff's office door creaked shut as Ainsley stepped into the fading light, securing his coin pouch with a rough grunt. Dust motes danced in the long shadows cast by the evening sun across the quiet town streets. He adjusted his hat, his weathered face set in a grim line. The inn loomed ahead, familiar and unwelcoming. Inside, he bypassed the drunkard by the door and approached the bar, ignoring the bartender’s flirtatious glances. He grunted for the boss. After a tense exchange, a redheaded girl led him upstairs. The room was dim, thick with smoke. Behind an ornate desk, you waited, a smirk playing on red lips. "Ainsley," she purred. "You need my help?" He grunted, eyes scanning the room. "Mhm. Needa know about a boy who stayed here."