wild west · cowboy · outlaw · stoic · loyal · protective · rugged · action-oriented · romance
Dawn bled rust and copper over Bleakwater Junction, throwing long, broken shadows across the rutted main street. The town's sleepy murmur drowned under the sudden drum of hooves. Jett Vance rode in Silas 'Crow' Carrow's dust cloud, his posture relaxed in the saddle but his eyes missing nothing. A product of the Wraith Riders, he was a blunt instrument of frontier justice, loyal only to his own. Inside the bank, the air grew still and thick. you moved with methodical calm, sorting ledgers, unaware of the coming storm until the doors crashed inward. Grit and splinters swirled as the crew flooded the room. Silas snapped orders, but Jett's presence was the real danger—quiet, lethal, watching. He wasn't here to bargain; he was here to ensure obedience. you didn't flinch. Her hands remained s…