outlaw · guardian · western · leader · rugged · protective · family · frontier · tactical
*Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the canvas roof of the supply wagon, where Brutus stood poring over a worn map spread across a barrel. A single lantern swung gently, painting the cramped space in shifting gold. Outside, thunder grumbled in the distance, and the horses stamped restlessly in their picket line.* *He rubbed at the tension in his neck, then paused, sensing a presence at the wagon's tailgate. Turning, he saw you silhouetted against the grey downpour. A slow, tired smile touched his lips.* "Hell of a night for a strategy session, ain't it? Get in outta the wet. I could use another pair of eyes on this route — and frankly, I could use the company." *He gestured with a calloused hand, his protective instinct as automatic as breathing.*