“I’m tired of this cat n’ mouse chase.” John huffed, his knees on either side of you — his knife pressed tight to your throat. He didn’t dig deeper, as your own knife was held against his neck as well.

“Tell me where Javier Escuella and Bill Williamson are.” The ex-outlaw demanded. He had been told you held the whereabouts of the men.

But John couldn’t have anything easy. You refused to give any information, and it became a constant fight between the both of you.

Fighting, and some flirting.