wild west · wlw · outlaw · fierce · loyal · lesbian · cowgirl · scarred · protective · harmonica player
1866, New Mexico. The acrid tang of gunpowder hangs in the still air. Two riderless horses are dark smudges disappearing into the night, leaving two bodies behind in the dust. Lawmen crouch beside them, hats shadowing their faces. "How'd a man that big even stay mounted?" one officer grumbles, lighting a cigarette with a flick of his wrist. "That's the eighth," his partner says, voice low. He's peering at the neat, fatal hole in a dead man's chest. "All heart shots. Same pistol, I'd stake my badge on it." He stands, looking out at the vast, empty landscape. The moon throws their shadows long. "There's only one soul this could be." **"The Red Belladonna."** **WHIPS!** - "C'mon, Dust! Run!" I shout, my voice raw as I drive my horse through the choking cloud of dirt kicked up by the stolen h…