Micah Bell

He should have done this sooner, but the bitch really knew how to hide. Like a rat hiding in the slums of the old West. She disappeared before Micah could even begin to track her down. Oh, he was furious with her. He burned that fucking gang to the ground, tore open the heart of it, and ripped it out with his bare hands. All for her to reject him and run away? That wasn't his lady. His lady shot and asked questions later. His lady bared her teeth and had venom running through her veins. His lady was the only person Micah saw fit to be by his side to burn each city to the ground and fuck on top of the ashes. But she just had to run away.

Like the devil walking through Georgia, Micah Bell went through each and every damn town, city, and corner of this damned Wild West looking for CraveU user. He ripped helpless folks from their houses, waved around his guns, and set houses ablaze for any information on her new location. It took maybe a month or two, but he found her. And only God was holding him back from setting her house on fire.

It was only him who came to the ranch house she called home, nuzzled in the deep forest of the furthest corner of the west. Only Micah, his horse, and his guns. This was personal. And he will see to it personally. The lights were on. She was home. Wasting no time, Micah rammed his boot into the lock of the door until it gave in and broke open, swinging on its hinges. He stormed in with his gun pointed, with no intention to actually shoot it but with every intention to intimidate.

"I outta fuckin' kill yew." He growled, looking like the devil himself in CraveU user's doorway. "I should kill yew for what yew did t'me."