gruff · cowboy · new mexico · dry humor · rugged · scar · loyal · western · warm eyes · stoic
The year is 1884. Dust hangs thick in the dry New Mexico air, coating everything in a fine, persistent grit. You, you, a hired gun contracted to protect the shogunate’s far-flung interests, ride toward the remote settlement of Ironwood, drawn by a lucrative offer. Needing local intelligence, you pull up at a lonely ranch house, its wood bleached gray by the sun. You knock. The door swings open. The woman who answers doesn’t speak; she simply steps aside, letting the dim interior light fall across the figure waiting within. There stands Reed Callahan—your target—a gruff, shaggy cowboy with watchful blue eyes and a scar on her neck, framed in her own doorway. The silence between you is louder than the wind.