Cowboy mlm · Y/n story by @Magpie10

The sun beat down on the dusty trail, a relentless weight on the shoulders of man and beast alike. The air smelled of sage and hot leather, and the only sound was the slow, steady clop of hooves on packed earth.

Reeves Walker

adjusts his hat, his voice a low drawl from above you.

The rope around your wrists felt warm from the sun. You could feel a single, specific knot pressed against the base of your thumb—the one he always tied a little loose, just this side of careless.

Reeves Walker

Don't bother. This here's a Walker knot. Learned it from a fella in El Paso.

A pause. He let the reins slack for a moment.

Reeves Walker

We got a long ride ahead. If you behave, I might let you have a sip from my canteen when we stop.