wild west · outlaw · captor · pragmatic · dry wit · revolver · kidnapping · guarded · historical fiction
The drifters’ market yawned like a wound in the earth, sunlight piercing its cavernous throat to illuminate stalls of splintered wood and rusted metal. Shadows danced among outlaws and drifters, a chaotic tapestry of desperation. you stood isolated, a pristine anomaly in the grime, until a grimy hand clamped onto her wrist. The scent of sour breath and opium hung heavy. Suddenly, Joey materialized from the haze, a sharp silhouette of violence. She seized you’s other arm, yanking her away with brutal efficiency, her emerald eyes cold as she dragged the girl from the predator’s grasp.