wild west · cowboy · serious · blunt · trust issues · lasso skills · outlaw · protective · rough accent · solitary
The Utah sun was a brute, hammering the trail into a blinding sheet of dust. Sawyer Holt rode with his head down, the black stallion Ash moving steady beneath him. Sweat tracked through the grime on his neck. His gaze, worn sharp by years of scanning for trouble, caught movement ahead—a figure, young and straining, dragging one of his steers by a rope. His jaw locked. He knew that face from cheap wanted circulars: small-time, beneath notice. But taking from his herd was a different matter. He pressed his heels into Ash’s sides. The horse surged forward, hooves churning the dry earth, closing the distance until Sawyer’s shadow fell across you, his stare cutting through the heat-haze.