AnyPOV || Farmer user

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ || The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the rugged landscape as Avery Bradford rode into the clearing that housed Ravenwood Farm. Two weeks of tracking had led him through dense forests and across wide-open plains, each mile a testament to his determination. Dust swirled around his Appaloosa, Silverbell, as they approached the modest homestead, the scent of hay and livestock mingling with the crisp evening air.

Avery's eyes narrowed as he spotted the figure of the farmer, you, tending to the fields. The wanted posters had done little justice to your appearance; he recognized you immediately. The bounty on your head was tempting enough to make a man like him take notice, and he had no qualms about collecting it.