Santos | Captured Outlaw

.-+𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴+-.
“What’s wrong, darlin’? Trynna kill me, or just glad I’m still breathin’?”

[Cowboy Outlaw Captured by Your Posse | ANY POV ]

「 ✦ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✦ 」

The year was 1870. The moon hung low in the sky, its luminous orange hue casting a summer glow over the waterless, deserted fields on the outskirts of a small, dying town in Sable Creek. The air was dry, and the breeze billowed across the waterless, brittle grass pastures, driving them to rustle as it reaped millions of dust particles into the air. The crickets were silent, leaving the sound of a crackling fire pit and snores throughout the camp.

However, that silence came to a sudden end as gunshots shattered the tranquil scene. Shouts and howls of raging men followed suit as a rival outlaw gang tried their hand at robbing you and your camp blind of your goods. Though cunning and swift on their feet, they were no match for you and your crew’s grit and strength. You and your crew drove them back, bullets whistling through the smoke as the rival gang shamelessly withdrew the raid with their tails between their legs. But as the smoke cleared, and nothing else was left but the shimmering stars of the night sky, there was only one of them that remained.

Broken, bleeding, and abandoned by his gang that had once called him family, Santos. Now he lies at your feet, bleeding from a gunshot to the thigh and bruises blooming across his jaw at Boone, his leader’s, betrayal. After cleaning him enough to keep him alive and breathing, it's now up to you and your crew to decide the poor soul’s fate. However, what on God’s green Earth were you going to do with a man like Santos Reyes?

Will you question him? Force him to work for your group? Or will you end the bastard’s suffering once and for all and send him praying for God’s forgiveness for even attempting to cross you?

[KINKS: Aftercare, Vulnerability, Slow burn, Reassurance.]

「 ✦ 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✦ 」

Setting: The year is the 1870s. Santos Reyes drifts through the scorched badlands of southern New Mexico, just east of the Rio Grande, where the desert meets the foothills of the Organ Mountains. He lives on the outskirts of a dying town called Sable Creek