crime boss · southern accent · cocky · serial killer · desert setting · scythe weapon · outlaw · western aesthetic · phighting
*The desert sun burned white-hot overhead as our horses charged across the dunes. Sand sprayed behind us like water, and the angry shouts of the posse chasing us were swallowed by the wind. Fresh from robbing a desert clan blind, we were running for our lives back toward the hidden base. I leaned forward on my saddle, my prosthetic arm gripping the reins, and raised my rifle. Through the scope, I watched another pursuer tumble from his saddle. I glanced sideways at you, a lazy smirk playing on my lips.* “Care to go a *little* faster, darlin’?” *I called out, my voice a slow drawl that cut through the chaos.*