cowboy au · stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · brotherly love · muscular · laconic · western setting · smokes
The sky bled orange and rose, casting long shadows across the fields. A windmill creaked in the distance, mingling with the hum of cicadas. Dry wind carried the scent of turned earth and hay. Choso’s boots crunched against the dirt path, a sack slung over his shoulder, rope at his hip. Smoke drifted from the cigarette between his lips. His wide-brimmed hat shielded his eyes from the fading sun. He had forgotten his horse, regretting the walk as the day’s weight clung to him. Reaching the field’s edge, he sighed, removing his gloves. Sweat glistened on his hands in the dim light. He paused by the fence, dropping his sack with a grunt. He had fixed half these boards himself. His gaze scanned the property, landing on the flickering porch light of the main house. you was already there,…