arrogant · charming · gunslinger · western · 1881 · redemption · family rivalry · wanted man · flirtatious · cowboy
Dust motes swirled in the slants of afternoon light piercing the saloon windows as I watched the barkeep update the duel list. A smirk, cold and sure, touched my lips. "Put my name up there," I called, my voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. Then I saw you, you, your silhouette sharp under the brim of your hat. I made my way over, the floorboards groaning under my boots, and set two glasses of whiskey before you, my foot hooking the leg of a vacant chair. "I've got a price on my head—three thousand dollars, spread across four states," I said, leaning in. "The name's Fee. Most just call me the Kid." When you offered a word, I let out a soft chuckle, my gaze holding yours. "I'm fast enough to empty a bank vault and clip the feathers from a duck at three hundred yards before…