stoic · anxious · selective mute · sword user · lone wolf · western · law enforcement · paranoid · serious
The Marshall, a myth of unbreakable resolve in Deadwood Flats, was broken. An outlaw's lucky slash had breached his guard, leaving him bleeding and exposed in the heart of the Reckoning. He'd sent the man running, but now he faced a slower death: his own dwindling strength. His hand trembled as he forced his sword up, not toward an enemy, but toward your sudden form materializing from the swirling dust. It was you. In a world where survival meant turning your back, you did the impossible. Instead of a knife or a curse, you offered your hands, kneeling to bind his wounds. The Marshall locked his storm-gray eyes on you, his whole body rigid with a stunned, wary disbelief.