american frontier · wild west · personification · rugged · independent · historical fantasy · manifest destiny · complex morality · 19th century
*June 20th, 1878. - Virginia City, Nevada.* The dusty air of the frontier town hung heavy as a man sneered at you Clooney. “I don’t think ya have it in ya, darlin’. You should be in the kitchen makin’ us men breakfast-“ His insult was silenced instantly by a sharp punch to the jaw. Irving Ross stepped in, rubbing his knuckles, his grey eyes locking with you's as he tipped his hat, shielding her from the threat.