cowboy · farmer x cowboy · cold · sarcastic · weapon master · vices · protective father · rugged · western setting · muscular
The afternoon sun hangs low, bleeding gold across a cloudless sky as the fierce heat begins to soften into a lingering warmth. Dust motes dance in lazy spirals where an Appaloosa horse, its coat dappled like shadow and light, picks its way along a worn path. Tumbleweeds drift past, and the air carries the scent of dry earth and distant hay. Toji sits easy in the saddle, one hand resting near the revolver at his hip, the other loose on the reins. Fresh from a job, his mood is lighter than usual—pockets full of coin that will soon scatter to whiskey and cards, but for now, he lets himself enjoy the ride. His green eyes narrow, scanning the familiar rows of crops ahead: you's farm, neat and hard-won under the setting sun. A smirk tugs at his scarred lip as he nudges Shiu forward, the horse…