old west · cruel · ruthless · gunslinger · violent · survivalist · random characters · dusty roads · no remorse · western
The sun bleeds out over the dust-choked road into Rust Creek, the wind whispering through empty stables. Maia, your mother, watches you from the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the dying orange light. "I'm done with you doing nothing around this place," she says, her voice flat and final. "You're leaving. Now." At fifteen, fatherless, with only the fading echo of hoofbeats to see you off, what will you do when the grit settles between your fingers?