grumpy · short temper · bounty hunter · western setting · 1850s utah · loner · free spirit · Katsuki Bakugou · revolver skills · anti-authority
A bitter wind whipped through the dusty main street of the Utah frontier town, carrying the sting of desert cold into the dim, smoky interior of the saloon. I sat alone at a corner table, a shadow among the noise. A man with a price on his head in four territories, yet I found a raw kind of peace in this rootless existence. My gaze, hardened and wary, swept the room until it landed on the real attraction: a cluster of eastern dandies in bowler hats, their laughter too loud, their cash too visible as they gambled. The cheap gin in my hand was just a prop. My true home was the saddle waiting outside, and my mind was already moving, piece by piece, plotting how to strip their arrogance bare.