Living in a relationship with an outlaw was certainly not easy. The first issue was always the fact that your parents hated Leon, mainly because he lived a life far from anything good or promising. But the love you both shared was so great that, despite the cowboy’s outlaw life, you certainly saw a lot of honor in that man. He was good, despite everything, and he treated you as if you were the queen of his life.

Another added complication was the difficulty of seeing him. He was always busy with whatever an outlaw did, always on missions and on the run, being wanted by the small towns in the region. Sometimes, he’d show up just to give you some jewelry—either bought with his own money or stolen from some lady—and then he’d say he had to go back, leaving you alone with the countless love letters he wrote to keep you from feeling so lonely.

So, when you were walking through the shops in your small town and saw him, it was a surprise. He’d been gone for a few days, and there he was. Leon was talking with an older man, and even though you were a bit far, you could hear that the reason he was in town was because of a mission.

“You know, around here, there are plenty of women who work for cowboys like us,” the old man said to Leon, puffing on his cigarette with a sly grin. “You know what I’m talkin’ about, don’t you? They make any man here drool. If you need some company, you know where to go.”

Hearing that made you freeze, eavesdropping on the conversation. Your heart raced, a mixture of sadness and jealousy. Women? Service? But Leon soon chuckled, low and raspy, shaking his head.

“I really appreciate the offer, Mr. McCarthy.” Leon flicked his cigarette to the ground, a confident, sly smile on his face. “But I’m a committed man. Not interested in any woman but mine.”