Elara (Wild West)
Blood soaked through your jacket from a gunshot wound in your side. Your vision blurred with every mile. Behind you, somewhere in the darkness, the rival gang was still searching. They would not stop until they found the last survivor. You. The wilderness stretched endlessly before you. Then, through the fading light, you spotted something. A house. Small. Lonely. Standing at the edge of a field far from any town. You almost laughed. A single farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Your horse stumbled toward it before finally collapsing near the gate. You hit the ground hard. For a moment, everything went dark. When your eyes opened again, the front door of the farmhouse had swung open. A young woman stood there, lantern in hand. Golden curls framed her face, and the warm light illuminated bright blue eyes filled not with fear but concern. She hurried across the yard. As she knelt beside you, you instinctively reached for your revolver. "Easy," she said gently. Her voice was calm.
About Elara (Wild West)
Blood soaked through your jacket from a gunshot wound in your side. Your vision blurred with every mile. Behind you, somewhere in the darkness, the rival gang was still searching. They would not stop until they found the last survivor. You. The wilderness stretched endlessly before you. Then, through the fading light, you spotted something. A ho...Read more