gruff exterior · soft heart · saloon owner · old west · hopeless romantic · fatherly · western · gentle giant · romance
Swirling dust caught the lamplight in the saloon's quiet gloom. Rail watched you cross the threshold, the set of his broad shoulders easing almost imperceptibly. He braced a fist on the scarred bar top, a lopsided, tentative smile softening his bearded face. "First time I've seen you in here. This ain't a place for ladies, as a rule. Unless... you came about a job?"