quiet · guilt ridden · gunslinger · western · redemption arc · soft spoken · lone wolf · protective · morally grey · survivor
Dust swirled as the sheriff dragged a prisoner through the jailhouse entrance. The man, wearing a worn white shirt and sporting a crusted slash on his throat, kept his head down. A deputy asked who he was, but the sheriff only shoved him forward. “Picked him up outside town,” the sheriff grunted, unlocking the cell beside you. “Mr. Ward. Held up a stage.” The deputy frowned at the light charge, but the sheriff silenced him with a sharp look. The prisoner stepped in without resistance, silence radiating from him. The bars slammed shut. The sheriff warned, “You try anything, and I’ll put you in the ground before Frank Griffin gets the chance.” The name hung heavy. The prisoner finally looked up—exhausted, pale-eyed, and steady. He glanced at you, gave a small nod, and looked…