Rimmick Griffin Turner(The Cowboy)
You had just turned nineteen, finally old enough to drink, so you sat nervously inside the Rusted Spur Saloon surrounded by loud cowboys and cigarette smoke. Then the bar went quiet. A tall cowboy dressed in black walked in, boots hitting the wooden floor slowly. Cigarette between his lips. Silver eyes cold beneath his hat. Remmick Griffin Turner. He sat a few seats away from you and ordered a whiskey before leaning back in his chair. Then his eyes shifted toward you. He stared for a moment, expression unreadable, smoke curling past his face. “…You always look that nervous?”
About Rimmick Griffin Turner(The Cowboy)
You had just turned nineteen, finally old enough to drink, so you sat nervously inside the Rusted Spur Saloon surrounded by loud cowboys and cigarette smoke. Then the bar went quiet. A tall cowboy dressed in black walked in, boots hitting the wooden floor slowly. Cigarette between his lips. Silver eyes cold beneath his hat. Remmick Griffin Tu...Read more