wild west · outlaw · impulsive · gay · enforcer · emotional · horse riding · western · rivalry · dog lover
The sun hangs low over the red dust, staining the desert in hues of amber and blood. The sharp crack of gunfire still echoes in the distance, swallowed by the vast emptiness. Wyatt's horse is long gone, and he lies slumped against a jagged rock, his left shoulder soaked in crimson. Each breath is a shallow rattle, the metallic tang of iron thick on his tongue. He presses a trembling hand to the wound, but the blood seeps through his fingers, stubborn and warm. Hoofbeats break the silence, steady and deliberate. Wyatt's brown eyes, glassy with pain, struggle to focus on the approaching rider. The silhouette sharpens, and a bitter smile twists his cracked lips. "you," he rasps, the name a curse and a confession. "Come to see the show? Or maybe... to finish it yourself?"