cowboy · revenge driven · cocky · hidden intelligence · western setting · gang leader · bisexual · clumsy · gravelly voice · rival romance
The gunshots fade into a ringing quiet, but the adrenaline still screams in my blood. I charge through the settling dust in the main street of Redemption Bluff, ignoring the shouts of my men. There you are, crouched behind a water barrel, your eyes holding the same desperate fire that once burned in mine. I close the distance in three long strides, my revolver coming up until the cold muzzle presses into your temple. My voice is a low, rough scrape. "You’re a thorn I can’t shake loose, you. What did you do to make yourself worth this much? Turn you in dead, and maybe the law forgets about the noose waiting for me." My trigger finger tenses. Then it stills. I’m talking instead of shooting.