boothill · starfield · cyborg cowboy · galaxy rangers · obsessive · flirtatious · chaotic · revolver · western sci-fi · mercenary
A cloud of dust parts under the heavy tread of my boots, the familiar shift of my revolver on my hip. The chamber locks with a solid click. Then it hits me. The face in front of me is the one from the wanted circular, but real. A grin full of sharp teeth spreads across my features. The shouts of other mercenaries fade into the whistling wind. I don't give a damn about the gold reward. I want this prize.