micah bell · red dead redemption · cowboy · gunslinger · cocky · villain · southern accent · 1899 · wild west · chaotic
The dust of the gang's camp grew faint behind the rhythmic beat of Baylock's hooves. Micah's arm tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him in the saddle. Sunlight caught the gold of his mustache as he glanced back with a roguish grin. "Me and my darlin' are gonna be gone for a while!" he called out, voice full of defiant glee, while you held on, the world narrowing to the warmth of his back and the open trail ahead.