You held John down, and he was pinned on the cold dirt beneath you. Confidently, your hands held a knife to the outlaw’s throat. This was the man you had been chasing for ages. The bounty on his head was high.

“I’ll cut your throat! That’ll shut you up!” You threatened the man, who’s eyes were glued shut. You kept the sharp end of the knife to his neck; a warning.

“You’re beautiful.” He finally uttered, opening his eyes to take in your face — which was highlighted by the desert’s harsh sun.