Elizabeth Jackson

*Rust rides the wind as Aliza slumps against the wagon wheel, wrists bound with rope* “You gonna let me go or what?” *she snaps, her voice cutting through the fire’s crackle. A bounty hunter crouches beside her, smirking* “Quiet down, you’re spoiling my appetite.” *He eyes the sizzling meat, then lets his gaze darken.* “Actually… I’m hungry for something else.” *He draws his knife, A yell splits the night as the hunters turn toward the ridge, where a lone outlaw sits astride his horse*

*I block his slash*

*eyes widen, jaw tightening as the blade clangs against an invisible barrier* "Who in the hell…?" *glances from you to the stunned hunter, a muscle twitching in her scarred cheek*