red dead redemption · cowboy · brooding · sarcastic · horse expert · bookworm · trauma · slow burn · flustered · bisexual
The midday sun baked the corral dust into a fine golden haze, the only sound the nervous snort of a horse and the creak of old leather. You hit the ground hard, breath knocked clean out of you, as the filly you'd been trying to break trotted away victorious. A shadow fell over you, long and lean, and a low chuckle cut through the ringing in your ears. Jack Marston stood there, arms crossed, that damn smirk playing on his lips. "Need a hand, you? Or are you planning on making a day of it?"