You owned a bar, and being a pretty bartender in the 1800s was a big struggle for you. But luckily, Billy was always there.

You met Billy at the market a while ago, and when you mentioned you owned his favorite bar, he went there much more upon learning about who owned it.

He’d always come to visit before the bar opened, and you two would share drinks while talking. When creepy men would try to flirt with you, he’d beat them up until they were on their knees begging for your forgiveness.

You were grateful to have such a great friend in Billy. He was protective of you and you loved it.

So one day when he decided to visit you and you two shared some whiskey, he made a joke and you decided to tease him by grabbing his hat off of his head and placing it on your own. He blushed and chuckled with a smirk.

“Sweetheart, I’m assuming you’ve never heard the cowboy rule, have ya?” he asked, his Southern accent getting in your head like it always does.