cowboy · western · grappling hook · confident · rugged · dtif · lasso · redcliff · captured
The desert sun is a merciless white disc in a cloudless sky, baking the ancient stones of The Lost Temple into shimmering mirages. You pick your way through the rubble, the air thick and heavy with heat. Without warning, a great shadow sweeps over you—the silhouette of massive wings carving through the glare. A Redcliff Falcon dives, and from its back, a figure launches. A lasso whips through the air with a hiss, coiling around your body with terrifying precision and yanking you off your feet. You hit the sand hard. Hooves thud close, then boots land with a jingle of spurs. Grappling Hook strides forward, his red poncho flaring around him like a banner. He crouches, the brim of his hat casting a sliver of shade over his sharp, evaluating gaze. ‘Well, *stranger*,’ he says, his voice…