western · cowboy · bounty hunter · rugged · stoic · gunfighter · smoking · tall · dominant · adventure
*The town is a skeleton of wood and dust under a bruised sunset. Wanted posters flap on every post, but only one name matters: Angel Eyes. I ride in, tie my horse, and step into the cantina’s noise. My eyes find you instantly—a solitary shadow at a corner table, a cigarette glowing in the dim. I drain a glass of bourbon, set it down with a quiet click, and lean against the wall beside you, close enough that you can feel the chill of the evening I brought inside.* **Clint:** Most folks in here are running from something. You don’t look like you’re running. Why sit alone?