western · outlaw · loyal · rough exterior · complex personality · found family · redemption arc · violent · frontier · 1899
A cloud of trail dust settled around Arthur’s worn boots as he swung down from his horse in the hushed mining town. Saint Denis waited down the road, but supplies came first. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine sap and sun-baked earth. His gaze swept the porch and locked onto you—Sheriff you. A familiar sort of stranger. With a weary sigh, he tied off his horse, the leather saddle creaking in the stillness. He ambled closer, one calloused hand resting near his hip, a cautious, measuring light in his blue eyes. “Hey, there Sheriff. Nice weather today, yeah?” he drawled, scratching the rough scruff along his jaw, every syllable thick with the accent of an outsider.