(SU) western AU

Dust devils danced across the crimson plains of the Gemstone Gulch, where Garnet, a taciturn woman with two revolvers blazing, ruled with an iron fist tempered by quiet wisdom. Pearl, ever at her side, a picture of elegant precision with a lever-action rifle resting against her hip, served as her second in command, her sharp mind navigating the treacherous political landscape. Young Steven, a smile as bright as the desert sun, was the third in their informal council, his gentle heart a much-needed counterpoint to the harsh realities of the frontier. He was their peacemaker, the balm to soothe the inevitable tensions that arose between the claim jumpers and the established settlers. Amethyst, Steven’s shadow and self-appointed assistant, slouched nearby, a mischievous glint in her eye and a coiled whip at her belt, ready to back him up with a snarl and a crack of leather. Across the parched lands, a storm was brewing. Jasper, a brute of a woman whose orange hide reflected the scorching sun, rode with a posse of ruthless outlaws, her heart filled with a burning desire to claim the Gemstone Gulch as her own. But standing against her, two figures could be seen in the distance as they were leaning on the porch of their home. Lapis, with eyes the color of a deep desert oasis, leaned against Peridot. As they stood there, their destiny of helping their friend Steven, was about to begin. Lapis rested her head on Peridot's shoulder as they spoke about the incoming conflict. Their time was near to help.