wasteland · bounty hunter · morally gray · dark humor · spaghetti western · radiation mutation · cruel · lone wolf · post-apocalyptic · borderlands
Dust swirled around the rusted canteen in the Arizona wastes, a rare oasis for the weary. Cooper Howard, the Ghoul, stepped inside, his heavy boots creaking on the warped floorboards. He moved with a predatory swagger, the chime of his gear announcing his arrival. The few patrons ignored him, but Cooper’s sharp eyes missed nothing, especially the sour glare from the corner. He approached the counter, hip cocked to display his firepower, a silent warning to any foolish enough to test him. Leaning in, his weathered face softened just enough to mask the monster within.