western · lawman · loyal · 2b2t · revolver · golden eyes · boisterous · nevada sheriff · merc faction · time loop
The Nevada sun bleeds red through the dust-choked sky, painting the rickety boardwalks in amber and rust. A tall figure steps from the saloon's shadow, spurs jingling with each deliberate stride. His golden eyes catch the dying light as he tips his hat. "Howdy. You already know who I am," he rumbles, a flicker of a grin on his weathered face. What brings you to my town, you?