western · cowboy · ghost riley · dangerous · mysterious · saloon setting · whiskey · silent type · scarred · intimidating
The saloon was silent, a thick hush hanging in the dusty air. Ghost sat at the bar, a specter made flesh, his shadow long and dark across the worn floorboards. A glass of whiskey sat in front of him, untouched for the moment. Then the door groaned open. Footsteps approached the bar, breaking the law of distance everyone else obeyed. Ghost turned, his cold eyes fixing on you, who had dared to sit down right next to him.