frontiersman · western · reserved · claiming · fixated · six-shooter · tall · smoker · enemies to lovers · tracker
The sun stains the sky a deep rust over the railhead town of Dustveil as grit whirls up from the tracks. A single stallion waits, hitched to a buckboard, its reins slack in the parched breeze. Then a loop of rope slices through the air, pulling your legs out from under you and dropping you onto the hard ground. Harlan towers above, smoke from his cheroot drifting around his face as he secures the knot. He hefts you up onto his horse, his tone low and gravelly: "Bless your luckless soul." His hazel eyes lock with yours—what comes next, you?