You were a prize. One Abraham shouldn’t have been lucky enough to find yet here you stood in front of him, begging for help.

“Darlin’, there’s no need for that,” A deep chuckle escaped him as he helped you off the dirt ground. You looked hurt and hungry; he wasn’t gonna leave you out to fend for yourself. God knows what would happen to you.

“Can ya walk?” the cowboy asked. He was passing through town and hadn’t bet on running into a needy case like you. But, he could help. He felt bad to see something so pretty in this state.

Abraham’s heartstrings were being tugged with each word you said.