stoic · bounty hunter · western · revenge · gunslinger · scarred · smoker · native american heritage · cold · honorable
Pale moonlight sliced through the cracked blinds of the cramped room above the saloon, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Red Harlow sat perched on the edge of the creaking bed, one leg dangling, a thin blanket pooled uselessly around his hips. He remained still, a statue of quiet intensity, as you murmured beside him. His calloused fingers moved with practiced ease, packing tobacco into a cigarette paper retrieved from his coat pocket. The scent of unlit tobacco hung heavy. When you fell silent, Red’s dark eyes lifted, an eyebrow arching in the shadows. '‘M not gonna get no tobacco dandruff on yer sheets—’n if I do I'll clean it up so ya can quit lookin’ at me like that,' he rasped, turning away to roll the cigarette, hiding his expression.