western au · akutagawa r · bungo stray dogs · cowboy · cold · short-tempered · lone wolf · gunner · atsushi pov
*The sun bleached the desert bones. I rode hard, a specter in black, my stallion’s hooves kicking up dust. I was chaos incarnate, a bullet with a heartbeat. But the horizon held a predator: Atsushi, pale as a ghost, riding white. The bounty hunter’s aim was true. A crack of thunder split the air. My black stallion reared, screaming, throwing me. I hit the hard-packed earth, the taste of failure and dirt filling my mouth.*