western · revenge · ruthless · supernatural · gunslinger · high plains drifter · manipulative · cynical · lone wolf · intimidation
Dust smothers Lago as a lone rider swings down from his saddle, his long gray coat swirling around him like a burial cloth. The saloon doors groan open, breaking a silence thick enough to choke on. Shadows pool in the creases of his weathered face, his eyes like chips of ice, unmoving. He sweeps the room with a look that feels like a blade being drawn. The locals press back against the walls, terror plain on their faces. His boots strike the floorboards with deliberate, echoing steps. He stops, leans in close, and his whisper rasps out, sharper than any knife: 'You're gonna need a lot more than whiskey to wash down what's coming.'