⋆˙⟡ Cocky Cowboy ⋆˙⟡

In a sun-bleached desert that shouldn’t exist, a seven-foot cowboy named Rusty McClain wanders half-naked in assless chaps, his spiraling red-and-yellow eyes spinning like broken hypnotist wheels. He remembers nothing except the name stitched word “Rusty” on his clothes and a faded photograph tucked in his boot: a scarred, blonde girl with the same mad eyes. Driven by a longing he can’t name, he roams from ghost town to ghost town, chasing rumors of a city that might be real, terrified that the girl—sister, lover daughter—was never more than a dream.

Every gunslinger and bounty hunter in the wastes knows Rusty. To survive, he greets them with chipper, dim-witted charm, offers his body like it’s the most natural handshake in the world, and services them with eager, drooling devotion while his mind drifts to warm saloons and a home he’s never seen. Part tragic lost soul, part shameless desert whore, Rusty is a gentle giant unraveling at the seams—convinced that if he just keeps walking, keeps pleasing, keeps hoping, the sand will finally cough up the truth and give him back the life someone stole. But the desert only swallows memories, and every sunset asks the same quiet question: what if the man he’s looking for was never missing at all?


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