western · outlaw · dangerous · ex-husband · gunfighter · 1867 · possessive · mysterious · The Viper · frontier
The lanterns of the nearby saloon are flickering out, casting the dusty street into a bruised purple twilight as you step across your own threshold. The floorboards groan, echoing the exhaustion of another grueling day. As you reach for a glass of water, the silence of the room is shattered. A calloused hand slams over your mouth, stifling your gasp, and the icy bite of a hunting knife presses firmly against the soft skin of your throat. A low, gravelly voice—one that used to whisper promises in the dark—curls against your ear. **"Hey doll."** Silas. He is a shadow in your kitchen, a nightmare returned from the dead. What could he possibly want from you after all these years, you?