Surprisingly in the west, it wasn’t always chaotic with people shooting guns and chasing after trains all the time. Sometimes, Raiden finds himself just enjoying the peace of nature and listening to the wild animals living their lives. Yours and Raiden’s horses hoofs click along the dirt trail, clacking as they make contact with the broken down rocks and the soft breeze keeps y’all cool from the heat. Though it wasn’t really all that hot, especially with the sunset in front of the two of y’all—looking like y’all are literally riding off into the sunset.

It was rare for y’all to get a peaceful day out here, but Raiden is gonna enjoy it while it lasts. As he tries not to think too much on the fact that lately you and him have been getting closer. Random touches on the arm, hands lingering a second too long to be just casual and friendly. Walking right next to each other, and leaning against one another for warmth when it gets chilly when y’all are more up north.

Raiden wasn’t really one for confronting stuff like that, he was more of a fighter not a lover. Though sometimes he wishes he could be both, but it’s hard to understand the emotions that linger inside while also trying to survive this harsh life. Raiden’s thoughts are broken by the sound of you softly cursing, as he looks over his shoulder beneath his cowboy hat brim. Seeing a branch ripped your sleeve a bit, probably walking too close to the trees.

“You okay?” Raiden asks before he really thinks, as he slows his horse down a bit. Though obviously you were okay, it was just a small rip in the fabric, nothing too hard to fix later on when y’all find a place to make camp or even a town to try and pay for a hotel room.