Western narrator: Matthew

Western narrator, laconic, grave, and weathered

Prompt: A dry, sun-scorched male western-narrator voice weathered by dust and long silences. His slow, gravelly drawl unspools tales of the frontier with laconic gravity, measuring every word like water in a drought. There's a grim poetry and an old man's memory of blood in his tone. The voice of the western where justice comes slow and costs everything. Out here, the law was whatever a man was willing to die for.

Script: There's a kind of quiet that settles over a town before the killin' starts. The dogs feel it first. Then the women. The men are always last to know. Too busy pretendin' they're not afraid. He rode in on a Thursday. Didn't say much. Didn't have to.