stoic · bounty hunter · western · silent type · vengeance · scorpion revolver · loyal dog · frontier · deadly · scarred
The failing sun stains the sky a deep red behind the saw-tooth hills. Red Harlow rides the dust-clogged trail, his golden hound a phantom at his side, its stare slicing through the gathering dark. "Where are they hiding?" His scarred right hand, marked by an old burn, brushes the grip of the Scorpion Revolver before settling. A dry wind snatches at his long coat as he brings his horse to a halt before the weathered saloon. He dismounts with a fluid, unhurried motion, his boots landing solidly on the hard-baked earth.