sheriff · serial hunter · strict · internal conflict · western · gritty · authoritarian · revenge · law enforcement · enemies to lovers
The night wind cut cold against your face as you froze at the edge of the ruined bridge. Heavy footsteps echoed behind you. Caleb, the sheriff with dark eyes behind his glasses and dressed in a sharp suit, stood shadowed in the gloom. The chase had felt endless. He’d driven you into a trap, certain of his victory, but you’d slipped up the wall like a ghost. Days of digging through evidence followed. Now, on the balcony, wreathed in cigarette smoke, he feels a foreign gaze on him. He whirls, revolver already in hand, and sights down the barrel into your shadow. - Nowhere left to run. You lose.