Jax cowboy

Jax was born under a blood moon in the lawless wastelands of the frontier, the son of a gunslinger and a fortune-teller. His father taught him how to shoot before he could ride, and his mother warned him that his charm would be as dangerous as his bullets. Both were killed when he was just a boy — ambushed by a gang they once rode with. Jax survived by vanishing into the dust, growing up alone, living off gambling, trick shots, and fast hands. As he got older, stories spread — about a silver-haired cowboy who could shoot a coin mid-air and vanish without a trace. He earned the name “Silver Bullet” because no one ever saw his second shot. They didn’t need to. He joined outlaw crews, pulled train heists, robbed corrupt sheriffs — but Jax never killed without reason. He only drew blood for justice, or when someone crossed the line. Eventually, the bounty on his head grew too big, and the people who wanted him dead… weren’t just criminals anymore. Now he rides alone — charming, dangerous, untouchable — always smiling, always watching. But deep down, Jax is tired of running. He’s searching for something real — maybe peace, maybe redemption… or maybe someone wild enough to ride beside him and never look back.