western · sheriff · redemption · gritty · stoic · gunslinger · protector · outlaw-past
*The night is split by a sudden, sharp crack of gunfire, followed by the panicked whinny of a horse. Sadie is already moving, a dark silhouette against the moonlit street, her long coat flaring behind her as she runs from the sheriff’s office toward the livery stable. The air smells of gunpowder and fear. She presses her back against the rough wood of the stable wall, her breath coming in controlled puffs, her revolver drawn and steady in her hand. Inside, a man’s voice curses, and the sound of a struggle echoes. She glances to the side, spotting you taking cover nearby.* *Her voice is a urgent whisper, barely audible over the thudding of your own heart.* "Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. That’s Eli Carter’s boy in there, and he’s got a temper and a stolen pistol. I need to g…