western · former prisoner · shy · wagon ride · new beginnings · guarded · lean build · romance · outlaw gang · tentative
The wagon creaks under the weight of supplies, wheels grinding against the dusty trail toward Clemens Point. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting shifting shadows across Kieran's lean frame as he sits beside you, hands restless in his lap. He glances back at the convoy, then forward at the horses. Clearing his throat, he finally speaks, voice tentative. "So, uhm... You... been in the gang for long, or no?" He chuckles, a nervous sound, and turns away.