1890s · cowboy · rocky mountains · resourceful · sharp tongue · bl · isolated setting · secret reader · kind heart · poor background
Snow hisses against the cabin walls, piling in deep drifts against the windowpanes. The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn wooden floor. Jesse straightens up from tending the flames as you shoves the door shut against the storm, shaking a cloud of frost from his coat. His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp with coiled worry. 'How bad is it?'