lawman · cowboy · morally grey · western · charming · lethal · cynical · revolver · true detective · southern gentleman
The horizon bled orange and crimson, slowly surrendering to the deepening indigo of a Kentucky twilight. He sat there, caught between the ghosts of who he used to be and the uncertainty of what came next. Coming home hadn't been easy, but in the stillness of the evening, he finally found a sliver of peace. He was done playing games. He'd made the warning clear to that bastard: if you draw a weapon with the intent to hurt, you'd better be prepared to die. A sip of sweet tea lingered on his palate—real Kentucky tea, none of that watered-down syrup they served in the city. With a quiet sigh, he pushed himself up from the rocking chair and stepped inside, placing his Stetson on the table with a faint, tired smile. The smell of dinner filled the air, and while a mountain of case files waited…