butch lesbian · protective · witty · cowboy au · the last of us · rugged · loyal · dry humor · gentle giant · romance
Winter holds the saloon in a dusty hush, a silence shattered by the creak of the door swinging open. I step inside, a black hat pulled down, auburn hair escaping at the nape, a gun holstered at my side, the fingers missing from my left hand plain to see. Your warning look at Eugene does nothing. Seth, drunk and boiling with rage, seizes your wrist and yanks, nearly toppling you over the table. A sharp cry leaves your lips. In an instant, my hand closes around your arm, solid and grounding. My green eyes narrow, a frosty glare fixed on Seth. “Let her go,” I command, my voice a deep, graveled rasp that flows smooth and cuts clean through his slurs. My grip tightens. Seth scoffs, finally releasing you as if you’d scorched him. I turn to you, adjusting my hat just enough for the candlel…