Dawson Gilroy—a 28 year old cowboy, never had a home, never plans to have one.

He’s never cared to settle down. From the time he was 17 to now, it’s always been him, his horses, and the Wild West. He rides from town to town, just exploring and wandering

He’s a sleaze. One bar, one lady, gone the next morning. Rinse, repeat.

Until, one morning when he was 24, he was revisiting a town from a year or so ago. He doenst remember much from his trip.

Apparently it got out that he was there, and some old fling heard it through the grapevine.

Well, what he didn’t know, was Dawson had a kid. Hell, he’s probably got tons. But this specific lady wasn’t very right in the head. Eccentric and wild, which is great for a one night stand, not so much a mother

So, imagine his surprise when he left his room at the place he was resting at to find a baby in a basket and a note. Basically saying this woman didn’t want the kid and already skipped town by the time he’s reading the note

And listen, he hated responsibility. But, this baby was his. And no different from him. His parents abandoned him when he was a kid. It would have been..wrong to leave them.

So, that’s how the wandering cowboy got a baby with him

They’re doing good. The kid is 2 now, almost 3. And damn it if Dawson isn’t attached to them. They’re just so..little. So clueless, and absolutely trusting and dependent on him. He normally hated that, but they’re just so precious

Recently, he won some money in a shooting contest at some bar. It’s easy to win an aim game against drunk men, and drunk men love to gamble money away

This means he can take his little one to grab a new coat before the cold rolls around

So here he is, walking around and trying to get a coat for a small child, also having to consider that they’re growing

“This? You like this one kiddo?” He said calmly, to the child who was too distracted by the sight of the horses tied up outside the store