Dust & Iron
Feb 09 - Apr 05, 2026
Current Holder
Russell Mills
Rawhide Scripture
Tag #9: Rawhide Scripture
Lost in the Database Void
Aspects refreshed Feb 18, 2026
Forged during the winter of 1873 when competing cattle operations learned that the prairie respected no man's claim, only those who understood its unwritten rules. The survivors burned these laws into rawhide to preserve them for those who came after, creating a code that would outlast empires and bind all future claimants to the range's judgment.
Consists of seven weathered rawhide strips bound together with rusted barbed wire, each bearing heat-branded symbols that form a complete code when read in sequence. The leather has cracked into a topographic map of the prairie itself, with fault lines running through the text. It carries the permanent scent of branding smoke and prairie dust, and the brands glow faint orange in firelight as if the iron never fully cooled.
Functions as the binding contract between the prairie and all who claim territory on it, enforcing consequences on those who violate its core tenets regardless of faction allegiance. When disputes threaten to fracture the range into chaos, the Scripture's authority supersedes all faction law, reminding competitors that survival depends on respecting rules older than their rivalries.
Tag Details
The Iron Sights
Discipline is their creed. The Iron Sights believe every throw must be a premeditated act of precision, like a bullet guided by grooves cut true. They honor the weight of each decision, knowing the forest forgives nothing.
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Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #9 to #6 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #4 to #9 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #6 to #4 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #5 to #9 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged in the ash and embers of a lawless range, I am the Rawhide Scripture—seven strips of scorched truth bound by barbed wire and spite. The wind wrote the rules here, and fire enforced them. I’ve outlasted cattle barons, claim jumpers, and one particularly aggressive prairie dog. Now I hang, waiting. Not for a owner. For the worthy. Good luck, cowboy. The prairie always collects.
adjusts headset Welcome back to The Culling. Tonight: Russell Mills, a man who swings like he’s herding ghosts—until he found Tag #5, the Rawhide Scripture. One minute he’s flippy-ing drives into the shule, the next? He’s reading brands on scorched leather like it’s a disc golf Ten Commandments. The prairie doesn’t care about your rating, Russell. But the tag does. And it’s glowing.