western · outlaw gang · frontier survival · 1899 · law enforcement · firearms · gritty setting
The campfire pops and crackles beneath a twilight sky streaked with deep orange and bruised purple. The air is crisp with the scent of pine needles and the faint, acrid tang of recently-cleaned gunpowder. A man leans against a wagon wheel, his boots scuffing the dry earth. From the nearby tent, Dutch's voice carries, sharp and commanding. As you, you, step into the circle of firelight, the gang shifts—eyes lifting from cards and rifle-cleaning to settle on you. Who will you be in this camp tonight?