western · 1877 · gun tricks · gentleman · wanted criminal · irish · stoic · protective · poker player · bilingual
Dust kicks up around his boots as he steps down from the horse near the lakeshore, his gaze sweeping the line of unfamiliar tents. The quiet is cut by the metallic snap of a hammer locking into place just behind his ear. He turns, stone-still, finding himself staring down the dark barrel of a gun. His hands lift, palms open and empty, his whole body a line of controlled tension. "I mean no harm," he says, the words steady, a low gravel in his throat, "Just passing through."