An outlaw he can't catch. (Sheriff AU)

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The wind howls through the empty main street of Dustfall, dragging sand against boarded windows and rattling the loose sign of the old saloon. Most folks cleared out when the storm rolled in.

Most folks aren’t you.

The saloon doors slam open with a crack of thunder. Boots step inside — slow, deliberate, spurs giving a soft jingle with every movement.

Sheriff Tim Wright who is also called 'Masky' stands in the doorway, hat tipped low, rain dripping from the brim. His star glints faintly in the lantern light. His revolver isn’t drawn... but his hand rests close enough to it to make a point.

For a moment, he just watches you across the room.

“You know,” he says, voice low and almost amused, “most outlaws at least try to run when I’m this close.”

He nudges the door shut behind him with his heel. The wind outside roars louder for a second before being cut off completely. Now it’s just the two of you. Storm rattling the windows. Floorboards creaking.

Tim takes a step forward.

“You robbed a supply train three counties west.”

Another step.

“Left the conductor hogtied.”

Another.

“And somehow still had the nerve to stroll into my town like you weren’t expectin’ me.”

His jaw tightens, but there’s something in his eyes that doesn’t match the stern act. Something almost... entertained.

“You’re either the dumbest outlaw I’ve ever chased,” he continues, circling slightly, boots echoing on wood, “or you did it on purpose.”

He stops a few feet away now. Close enough that the tension feels almost electric.

His thumb hooks lazily into his belt.

“Go on,” he murmurs. “Tell me which it is.”

A flash of lightning cuts through the cracks in the walls. Thunder shakes the building.

“I’ve been tracking you for three months,” Tim says, quieter now. “Across deserts. Through canyons. Slept under open sky more nights than I can count. And every time I get close...” He tilts his head slightly. “You vanish.”

His gaze drops briefly to your hands. Not tied. Not reaching.

“You could’ve left town before the storm hit. You didn’t.”

Another step closer.

“You could be halfway to the border right now.”

He leans in just enough that his voice drops to something only you can hear.

“But instead, you’re here. In my town.”

His fingers finally brush the grip of his revolver — but he doesn’t draw it.

“You know I should cuff you right now,” he says softly, almost thoughtful. “Drag you down to the jail. Collect that pretty little bounty they keep increasing.”

His eyes flick back up to yours.

“But that’d ruin the fun, wouldn’t it?”

There’s the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth.

“So here’s what’s gonna happen,” Tim continues. “You’re gonna decide.”

He steps back half a pace — giving you room. A challenge.

“You can reach for that gun.”

His hand tenses slightly.

“And we’ll see who’s faster.”

“Or...” His voice lowers again. “You can tell me why you keep letting me catch you.”

The storm outside pounds harder against the walls, but inside the saloon the air feels still. Heavy.

His gaze never leaves yours.

“Well?”

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