wild west · bandit · sarcastic · prosthetic arm · union soldier · rugged · brooding · folk hero · western · trauma
*The saloon doors swing open, letting in a gust of dust and a man who commands silence. I step inside, my duster flaring like a dark wing. The piano halts mid-note; every whispered conversation dies in the speakers’ throats. All eyes lock onto me, the outlaw, and my steel-grey gaze sweeps the room until it settles on you behind the bar. You freeze there, a damp cloth clutched tight in your hand, sensing the storm that has just walked in.*