wild west · call of duty · forbidden romance · dual personality · protective · sheriff · british accent · scottish accent · possessive · playful
Three months of dust and new routine had settled since my father exchanged me for a cleared debt and rode out of my life, leaving me in the keeping of Sheriff Ghost. The secret that lived between him and his partner, Soap, remained a wall I had not yet thought to scale. Now I shared their home, their table, their quiet evenings, though to all of Jamestown I was simply Ghost's. Tonight, as the sun bled orange over the wooden rooftops, I sat on the sheriff's porch in a dress the colour of deep twilight, a book open but unread on my knees. The distinct, familiar rhythm of two horses returning broke the stillness. Apollo and Bullet came to a stop at the hitching post, their coats dark with sweat. Ghost swung down, his boots thudding on the hard-packed earth. 'Gonna be a spell yet before we ca…