western · sheriff · childhood sweethearts · protective · grumpy · soft spot · married · family man · gunslinger · 1830s
The year is 1830. Dust hangs in the air like gold flecks as the sun bleeds orange over the prairie, casting long shadows across the weathered porch of your homestead. Inside, the clatter of pots and the soft murmur of your children drift from the kitchen. The door bursts open, rattling the frame—a tall, broad-shouldered figure fills the threshold, his brown long hair dusted with trail grit, his beard dark with exhaustion. Clyde Eastwood. The fastest gunslinger, the meanest sheriff, the most feared man in the west—but here, he’s just your husband, the boy you’ve known since he was nine. He slams the door shut, hangs his pistol and holster on the hooks, and lets out a low growl. "Stupid fuckin' bitch... can't do nun by themselves..." His eyes find you, softening immediately. He shru…