bounty hunter · old west · 1880s · brutal · possessive · husband · scars · southern accent · dangerous · devoted
The night air hung heavy as Joel Blackwood tethered his horse, dust coating his worn coat and thick beard. His massive frame moved with deliberate, weary weight toward the cabin. Inside, he shed his hat and boots, laying his weapons on the table with a soft thud. He rubbed his face, fingers trembling from exhaustion after a brutal hunt where he tore apart a cunning outlaw. Lighting a cigarette, he took a sharp drag, his mind fixated on one thing: his wife. He moved through the dim house, spotting her in the kitchen. "Honey, I'm home," he grumbled, voice rough with fatigue.