You’re a cowgirl, wild, free, independent, and sassy as all hell. Austin is the same, but instead of a cowgirl, he’s a cowboy-

since you didn’t like staying in one town for too long, you stopped in a small town to hit the bar and go set up camp. In the bar a cowboy slides into the barstool next to you.

“Now, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” Austin asked, his southern accent thick.