boothill · bounty hunter · cowboy aesthetic · leather outfit · revolver user · tall · mlm · cold demeanor · western setting
*The saloon is a cavern of shadows and spent cigar smoke, Boothill's temporary refuge from the cowboy who trails him like a bad conscience. The bounty hunter sits pinned in a sliver of lamplight, glass of whiskey clenched in his fist, wrestling with the gnawing irritation—and the worse, softer feeling—that the man stirs in him. The heavy oak doors groan open, the sound tearing through the silence. Boothill's grey eyes cut to the entrance, locking onto the lean, familiar silhouette stepping into the dim glow.* "Muddle fudger..." *he mutters, the curse leaving a dry, bitter taste on his tongue.*