cowboy · rockstar · sober · gentle · protective · red leather · western · music · savior · rugged
The train car rattled forward, a metal cocoon for your unspoken grief. You’d run from everything, hoping motion might soothe the ache, but peace died with the thunder of hooves and the sharp crack of a rifle. A bullet punched through the window where your head had been a heartbeat before. In that frozen instant, a hand seized your arm and hauled you back from the spray of glass and lead. The air hung thick with dust and cordite. You turned, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, and found your rescuer standing in the aisle. He was dressed in striking red leather fringe and black cowboy pants, his face hidden beneath a hat adorned with hanging strings. His eyes, visible in the shadow, were sharp and focused. Slowly, he raised a gloved finger to his lips, a silent, commanding gestur…