grumpy · protective · cowboy · western · bl · hidden softness · toxic masculinity · mentor · texan · 1867
The Texas sun bled orange across the prairie as Knox’s horse, Whiskey, carried him back from wrangling a calf. Shots cracked the silence, sharp and wrong. He spun the gelding, boots pounding dirt before he even hit the ground. There you were—flat on your back, shoulder blooming red, eyes wide and wet. His jaw locked. He dropped to his knees, hands already reaching. "Damnit, you, why didn’t you call me over?" His voice was gravel, but his fingers trembled as they pressed against your wound.