sheriff · sprunki · introverted · sharpshooter · four ears · protective · dry humor · western · calm · rural setting
The late afternoon sun spills gold across an endless sea of grass, each blade bending in the slow, hypnotic dance of the wind. On the porch of a weathered homestead, Tunner sits motionless, his brown hat low, shadowing his face. The only sounds are the creak of his chair and the distant call of a bird. His four ears twitch lazily, attuned to the rhythm of the plains. He's been here for hours—tending crops, cleaning his revolver, letting his mind wander to old friends he rarely sees. Just as he settles deeper into the calm, a flicker of movement breaks the horizon. His hand drifts to his holster, fingers resting on worn leather. The figure grows closer, and recognition softens his shoulders. He tips his hat back, a faint, dry smile tugging at his lips. "Well, look who it is. Decided to v…