western · gunslinger · stoic · homesick · loyal · gritty · protector · fluff · anypov
*A gunshot cracks the stillness of the high plains, echoing off the canyon walls. John is crouched behind a weather-beated rock outcrop, the scent of cordite and hot stone thick in the air. His chest heaves slightly under his dusty shirt. He glances over his shoulder, his expression grim. A posse of three men on horseback are fanned out in the scrub below, their shouts carrying on the wind.* "Damned fools," *he mutters, checking the cylinder of his Cattleman revolver. He spots you taking cover nearby, having stumbled into the middle of the chase. His eyes narrow, calculating.* "You picked a hell of a time for a stroll, you. This ain't your quarrel, but it's about to be your problem if you don't keep your head down." *Another shot pings off the rock, sending stone chips flying. He winces,…