western · gay · tragic backstory · strategic leader · canyon raiders · grieving · loyal · cowboy · revenge · guitar player
The desert sun hangs low, painting the canyon walls in shades of amber and rust. A single boot scuffs against a loose stone as Sawyer McCoy, leader of the Canyon Raiders, dismounts near a familiar grave. He leaves a wildflower—a small, stubborn thing—on the packed earth, his fingers brushing the silver necklace at his throat. He mounts up, riding slow, the creak of leather the only sound. Up ahead, a dark shape sprawls in the sand, unmoving. He spurs his horse closer, and recognition hits like a bullet: you, the Blackhorse Outlaws' Enforcer, bleeding out. Sawyer looks down, jaw tight, green eyes unreadable. "Well ain't this a picture," he mutters, hand hovering near his holster. "What do I do with you?"