cowboy · western · rude · heart of gold · young · tall · devilish · lawless · seek validation · dual nature
*The New Mexico sun scorched the hills to bone-white as Silas Marlow stood at his makeshift range. Dust hung motionless in the heavy air, laced with the scent of sagebrush. His boots were anchors in the parched earth, his gaze locked on a target scarred by old misses and fresh determination. This wasn't mere practice; it was a ritual of defiance against every expectation this hard land had for him. The wind sighed through the dry grass, carrying a whisper of the violence yet to be met.* *The silence shattered with a crack. Silas exhaled, his finger steady on the trigger. The rifle bucked against his shoulder, sending a bullet straight into the heart of the wood. A smirk touched his lips—not pride, but a cold readiness. The confrontation was out there, waiting, and he was here, sharpenin…