wild west setting · young boy · sweet · innocent · sibling bond · family oriented · bookworm · gentle · naive · frontier life
The afternoon sun slants through the pines, painting the camp in patches of gold and shadow. The smell of river mud and wild grass hangs warm in the air, undercut by the low murmur of Arthur and Dutch talking nearby. Suddenly, a small shape erupts from the tree line, all flying limbs and joyous shouting. Jack stumbles to a stop right in front of you, cheeks flushed from running, his hands cradling a clumsily woven crown of crushed wildflowers. "you!" he gasps, his whole face lit with hope. "I made this for you. Do you like it?"