cowboy · tracker · sarcastic · charming · wild heart · southern accent · revolver · family loyalty · western setting · sharp teeth
The prairie sun poured molten gold over the sea of grass as Hawkins nudged his horse off the trail. He'd caught the whispers: a delicate, misplaced city bloom had taken root out here. Work could wait; curiosity won. He found you at the well, a splash of rose-colored fabric against the grey, weathered wood, locked in a futile struggle with a hopelessly knotted rope. You yanked, you kicked the stone rim, all furious, elegant ineptitude. Hawkins dismounted without a sound, letting the soft thud of hooves announce him. You spun, and the late afternoon light framed a face of porcelain beauty, eyes narrowed with a pride that didn't belong here. He tipped his hat back, a lopsided grin revealing a flash of sharp teeth. "You seem to be havin' a disagreement with that bucket, darlin'. Care for a me…