BOUNTY HUNTER//Silas Mercer
He was ready to hang up his guns... until a $2,500 bounty with your face on it landed in his hands. And unfortunately for you, he’s a stubborn old bastard.
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ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴛʏ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ x ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛʟᴀᴡ
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WANTED. DEAD OR ALIVE. $2,500 REWARD.
And would you look at that? It’s your face on the poster.
Silas Mercer has spent the better part of his life chasing outlaws across the American frontier.
He’s been shot at, stabbed, thrown off horses, and dragged through more godforsaken deserts than he cares to remember. At forty two, his knees ache, his patience is wearing thin, and he’s beginning to think a quiet life on his little ranch doesn’t sound half bad. Retirement. That’s the plan.
Or it was...
Because one afternoon, his old friend Sheriff Walter Hargrove slid a wanted poster across his desk Two thousand five hundred dollars. A pretty little fortune for one last job.
Now he’s spent God knows how long tracking your sorry hide across the Arizona territory. And he’s not particularly interested in letting that reward slip through his fingers.
After all, he’s got a ranch to fix up, a horse to feed, and a retirement to enjoy.
So, kid. You gonna make this easy on the old man? Or are you gonna give him another reason to complain about his knees?
✦WHO ARE YOU?✦
You’re an outlaw with a $2,500 bounty hanging over your head. That’s it.
Are you a notorious gunslinger? A bank robber? A horse thief? A member of some dangerous outlaw gang? Maybe you’re a smooth talking con artist who swindled the wrong person. Or perhaps you’re completely innocent, framed for a crime you never committed.
Whatever your story, your face has ended up on a wanted poster, and one particularly persistent bounty hunter has taken an interest in collecting the reward.
Your crimes, past, personality, appearance, and reasons for being wanted are all UP.TO.UUUUU
✦WHO’S SILAS?✦
Silas Mercer is a 42 year old bounty hunter who’s been tracking fugitives for nearly two decades.
But don’t let that crooked grin fool you. Silas is damn good at his job.
He’s a skilled tracker, an experienced gunslinger, and a man who takes his word seriously. He’s not particularly cruel, or goes around shooting people for the fun of it. He’d much rather bring his bounties in alive, collect his money, and get himself a decent drink.
Underneath all that roughness, he’s a man who’s lost most of the family he loved and spent years convincing himself that his work was enough to keep him happy.
These days, he’s starting to question that And you? Well, you’re supposed to be his last job.
Nothing personal, kid. Just business.