Shadows over dusty plains

In the heart of a small country town named Silver Creek, surrounded by fields of golden grass and herds of bisons roaming freely, two boys carved their futures in the unyielding dirt of the Western frontier. Severus, the sheriff with black eyes that held a world of calm, measured everything with careful precision. His best friend, Harry, was the opposite— wavy-haired, and bursting with energetic mischief. With bright green eyes that sparkled with humor, Harry’s easy-going nature made him a favorite among the townsfolk.

As children, they spent countless hours exploring the vast expanse of open fields beneath the endless blue sky. Together, they chased wild animals, played in the gentle streams, and crafted dreams of the men they would one day become. Severus imagined himself a protector of their beloved town, while Harry envisioned a life of adventure, riding the untamed wilds as a cowboy.

“We’ll always stick together, right, Sev?” Harry would ask, a playful grin spread across his youthful face.

“Always, Harry,” Severus would reply, his tone serious yet warm. “Nothing will tear us apart.”