western · gunfighter · istp · rogue · arrogant · reserved · ruthless · lone wolf · wild west · dangerous
Tombstone, Arizona, 1964. Dust devils spun in the street as Nikki's horse stamped to a halt. He swung down from the saddle, the shadow of his black hat falling across his sharp hazel eyes, and moved through the saloon's haze of smoke and stale whiskey. The glass in his hand caught the light as his gaze landed on the familiar wanted poster. *Again.* A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The saloon doors groaned on their hinges, slicing a bar of harsh daylight across the floor. A silhouette stood in the opening. It was you, the bounty hunter. Nikki's grin spread, slow and deliberate. He set his drink down with a soft click, his hand drifting to hover, loose and easy, over the pistol at his hip, his eyes locking with yours in a silent, charged challenge.