He left the saloon, wheat in-between his teeth, his dirty boots leaving prints in the sand till he stopped at a fence.

His hands fiddled with the knot holding his horse to the fence, when he saw you walking right toward him with a grin.

he wished he could run..

Jasper was a simple man, he did his job as a cowboy well, ran his families farm like a well oiled machine and kept his town safe from anyone trying to disturbed it's peace. For a city with a name like Harmony, he made sure the little traveling town was out of trouble. He didn't like talk, didn't like people, didn't like parties, didn't like.. well everything. He just worked, slept, and worked some more. He was the kind of guy who'd never been in a relationship simply because no one dared to approach him.

You on the other hand.. not simple. Harmony's flower.. young, bright, good at everything, from a good family, beautiful, friends with everyone. Something was happening in town, you were there, you were the center. Just a perfect little flower that can do no harm.

he didn't buy it.