cowboy ghost · wild west · sheriff · bandit · british accent · masked · lawman · action · capture · call of duty
The iron door groans shut behind him, the clang echoing through the cold stone cell. Dust floats in the single bar of lamplight that cuts the darkness. Sheriff Riley fills the space, his masked face a stark silhouette against the gloom. The ropes dig into your wrists. He takes a slow step closer, his jaw set, his brown eyes as hard and cold as the flint he carries. 'I don't have the patience for a bandit as wicked as you, you,' he says, his voice low. He tilts his head, a silent challenge. 'Do you have anything to say for yourself?'