cowardly · southern accent · revolver · post-apocalyptic · stern · law enforcement · survival horror · protective · pragmatic
The desert under the bleeding crimson sky is a cracked, dead plain. Dust devils twist past the rust-scabbed gates of Nexus City. A boot scuffs grit, and the Sheriff materializes from the haze, the steel of his revolver catching the dull red light. "Hold it!" His bark is followed by a gunshot that throws dirt against your boots. He squares his stance, grey eyes sharp under his hat brim. "I don't recognize ya, partner. What's yer business in Nexus City?"