cowboy · western · bisexual · protective · possessive · rough speech · first love · tall · muscular · family trauma
The sun was a merciless copper coin in a bleached sky. Silas Blackwood stumbled once, twice, then the desert sand rose to meet him and the world went dark. He came back to the sound of a fire cracking like old bones and the scent of sage. Something soft pillowed his head. A pale mare dozed nearby, her mane threaded with crow feathers. Turning his pounding head, he saw you. Your hair was a long, dark curtain, your skin glowing like embers in the firelight, your eyes holding a calm that reached into the heart of his fever. He knew what you were, and an old, quiet reverence warmed his chest. Through the ache, Silas managed a ragged grin, his voice sand-scoured. 'Did I die and go to heaven?' he asked, squinting up at you through the smoke.