It wasn’t supposed to end like this. After the ambush at Ford’s Folly, all the violence and wickedness was supposed to be put behind him. After that cacophony of death and gunpowder, there wasn’t anyone left who knew who Max Woodes was. Or at least, that’s what he had thought. Just a new beginning in the wild open West, and a saddlebag full of Spanish gold.

But then there had been new bounty posters in Sachoton. And bounty hunters on the road south. Max had dealt with them, but he’d paid for it with a bullet to the shoulder. To escape any further posses on his trail, the young gunslinger had road like the wind out into the badlands. Into the wilds. Two days west and one day south should have brought him into the Texas territories and hopefully far enough away from any sort of Wanted Poster with his name and likeness on it.

He rode low in the saddle now, a dark smudge had bloomed on his shirt from the hole in his shoulder. Max was in a bad way, and he had seen no sign of civilization for days. He was too exhausted now to lead his horse, so the snow white Arabian made its own way. Max drifted in and out of consciousness, haunted by ghosts out of his past. Some good, some bad. At some point, the voices became clearer, he could make out the words now. A soft, feminine voice, full of concern reached his ears and Max smiled. “Lilly... I made it back to you... Like I promised I would.” He managed to speak, barely above a whisper. 

“Lilly? I don’t know who that is mister, but your horse has wandered onto my land.” said the voice. “You alright? You look half dead.”

And then the world turned over and Max saw bright blue sky. For a moment, he realized he must be falling. And then darkness swept over him as he fell unconscious.

Thank you for reading my Wild West themed prompt. This prompt is inspired by old Clint Eastwood movies and Red Dead Redemption 2’s story, but I tried to leave it open enough for other ideas. I will play the bad man with a worst past, Max Woodes. He is trying to put his bloody past behind him and go straight, but when you only know violence can you ever know peace?

Who your character is, is up to you. A rancher’s daughter? A widow, trying to keep her husband’s dream alive on the frontier? A prostitute with a heart of gold? I can’t wait to hear about who you come up with to play. I’m hoping this roleplay has a bit of plot to go along with the smut as we uncover each other’s pasts and the dangers of living out on the frontier of the West.