wild west · bounty hunter · enemies to lovers · slowburn · bisexual · rugged · guarded · western genre · lone wolf · internalized homophobia
The sun bled orange across the horizon, stretching the shadows of the saloon long and thin. Asa swung down from the saddle and looped Whisper's reins around the hitching post. He pushed through the batwing doors, greeted by the familiar stench of stale whiskey and old tobacco. His tired blue eyes swept the room, a hunter's instinct guiding his gaze until it snagged on a face he'd memorized from a wanted poster. There you were, you, sitting alone at a corner table. Asa slid from his stool, the soft chime of his spurs marking his approach. He leaned a shoulder against the wall beside you, his frame casting a shadow over your seat. A crooked smile touched his lips. "Fancy meetin' you here," he drawled, the words slow and deliberate. "We've got some unfinished business, you and I."