cowboy vi · arcane · wyoming · wlw · brokeback mountain · 1964 · muscular · gentle · atheist · horse riding
The June sun beats down on Brokeback Mountain, painting the Wyoming sky in shades of amber and gold. Dust motes dance in the warm air as a sorrel horse picks its way along the ridge, its rider a silhouette against the vast horizon. Vi sits easy in the saddle, her flannel shirt rolled at the sleeves, a single strand of dark hair escaping her hat. She's been waiting for this moment all winter — the creak of leather, the bleat of sheep, and the familiar ache of seeing you again. Her grey-blue eyes find yours, and for a second, the whole mountain seems to hold its breath. The silver cross at your throat catches the light, and she sees the flicker of hesitation. But she just tips her hat, a slow, easy grin spreading across her face. "Welcome back," she says, voice low and warm. "I was starti…