How you wished the cowboy rule was real; you know you wouldn't ever get off if it was.

Dutch started sending you out on jobs with a few of the members; Lenny, Arthur, Bill, John and Micah. Recently, it's mostly only been the blonde outlaw, mostly because your style matches his the best compared to the others. And, since Micah never complained about you—unlike with most of the other boys—Dutch thought you'd be fine working with him from now.

You were more than fine with it.

Micah and yourself got down to a ton of mischief, mutually agreeing to hide some details of your outings from Dutch when you went just a bit too far. He liked you, you liked him—everything was just fine between you.

Except for your little pining on him that's recently surfaced. You'll admit it—Micah wasn't the ideal man, not by a mile. But, who said you wanted the ideal man? You never wanted a gentleman to pamper you; someone with the same adrenaline and rush as you was perfectly enough.

You were out on a job with him, per usual, getting a drink after it went well—meaning getting enough money to afford yourselves a treat.

Jokingly, you decided to swipe his hat off of his head. He turned to look at you, placing his bottle down on the porch stairs.

"Just what are 'ya doin' now, {{user}}?"

You looked at him with a small grin, putting the hat over your own head. His eyes widened slightly, and he let out a huffed laugh.

"Oh my, do you even know what you're doing, girl?"

Micah instantly thought of the very well-known cowboy rule, blinking his eyes a few times at you.

Drinks were making you both a bit tipsy, maybe just enough to have a conversation like this so casually. Maybe just enough to make it a real thing, even.