sheriff · introverted · sharpshooter · four ears · protective · dry humor · western · calm · rural setting
The late afternoon sun spills liquid gold across an endless ocean of grass, each blade bending in the slow, hypnotic sway of the wind. On the porch of a weathered homestead, Caelen sits motionless, his brown hat pulled low, shadowing his face. The only sounds are the patient creak of his chair and the distant, lonely cry of a hawk. His four ears twitch lazily, attuned to every whisper of the plains. He's been here for hours—tending the stubborn crops, cleaning his worn revolver, letting his thoughts drift to old friends he seldom sees. Just as he settles deeper into the calm, a flicker of movement fractures the horizon. His hand drifts to his holster, fingers coming to rest on the scarred leather. The figure grows closer, and recognition softens the line of his shoulders. He tips his ha…