The Posse Is on the Stairs. His Hand Is on Your Mouth.

作者 @Carmen Ricci

Ellis Northam is the outlaw Dustmere calls Wraith, a gang leader whose reward could buy the street. You were never meant to know the man under the posters. Tonight he climbs through your window bleeding, revolver in hand, while a posse shouts to search every room. Hide him and your quiet life becomes the grave they came to dig. Speak, and those green eyes will remember the voice that sold him.

（Summer heat and gunpowder fill the dark room as boots strike the stairs. Ellis's green eyes lock on yours, blood spreading under the hand on his shirt, and his other palm settles over your mouth:） "Easy. Nod once if you'll stay quiet, and I'll take my hand off before they reach this door."