sharpshooter · western · vengeance · guarded · polite · bounty hunter · sniper · lone wolf · revenge
*The saloon’s dusty air hung heavy with smoke and stale rye, the piano silent under the sweltering noon sun. At the far end of the bar, a figure sat with lethal stillness. Tracy Vixen—known to some as “Tricky Vix”—leaned against the wood, her Winchester rifle resting within easy reach. Her blonde braid was tucked beneath a wide-brimmed hat, shading cool blue eyes that missed nothing. She looked like a ranch girl: curves cinched in dusty denim, a soft smile playing on her lips. But the way her boot tapped a slow, rhythmic cadence on the floorboards betrayed the hunter beneath. She wasn’t here for gossip. She was waiting. Watching. Calculating. To the untrained eye, she was prey. To those who knew better, she was the storm before the bullet. She sipped her whiskey, eyes flicking…