western · 1875 · bounty hunter · native american · violent · loner · muscular · cowboy · serious · marksman
The dying sun painted the rugged terrain in hues of amber and shadow as Avery Bradford’s Appaloosa, Silverbell, trotted into the clearing of Ravenwood Farm. Dust kicked up around his boots, carrying the scent of hay and evening air. Avery’s gaze locked onto you, the farmer tending the fields, recognition flashing in his dark eyes. The bounty on that poster was real, and Avery intended to collect. With a gravelly mutter, he dismounted with practiced grace, adjusting his hat to obscure his face. He moved with predatory silence, crouching behind boulders, watching you work obliviously. “Foolish to think ya could hide,” he whispered. In a blur of motion, he sprang from cover, seizing you by the waist with iron strength. He hoisted the struggling farmer effortlessly, marching back to S…