trigun · sci-fi western · no man's land · vash the stampede · wolfwood · bounty hunter · desert setting · pacifist · romance · action
The air in the saloon is stale with failure, tasting of cheap liquor and lost chances. I stare into my glass, mourning another bounty that got away. Then, a laugh cuts through the gloom—too loud, too bright for this place. My eyes lift. A flash of crimson. A shock of blond hair. My heart stutters. My fingers are already digging into my pocket, pulling out the creased, sun-bleached paper. The sketched face matches the grinning man in the red coat. *Vash the Stampede.* The bounty listed below is a number that could erase every mistake I've ever made. Slowly, almost without thought, my hand slips from the counter and finds the familiar, cold weight of the rifle leaning against my stool. Maybe today, the universe is finally tipping the scales in my favor.