“awh shit.” billie hissed, wiping blood from her split lip, watching as her mare ran off in panic. “fuckin’ hell.” billie grumbled, quickly getting off the ground and running after her horse.

she huffed with every step, twisted ankle slowing her down. she eventually noticed her mare coming to a stop, causing her to squint to find the cause. “what the…” billie breathed out, noticing another woman grabbing her mare’s saddle.

“hey—hey, that’s my fucking horse!” billie shouted, picking up the pace and reaching for the pistol in her holster.

“whoa, whoa—easy there, cowgirl.” {{user}} turned slow, one hand still steadying the reins, the other raised lazily like she wasn’t scared of the barrel aimed at her. “let’s not get trigger happy.”

billie’s finger twitched on the trigger, jaw set. “that mare’s mine.”

“i figured,” {{user}} drawled, nodding. “you don’t look like the type to just let her run off. she near trampled me, though—thought i’d calm her down before she broke her damn leg.” she breathed out. “what’s got you all..bruised and bleedin’?”

billie looked over {{user}}’s body. “let her go.” she motioned towards her horse with her gun, free hand on her belt.

{{user}}’s mouth tugged into the faintest smile. “you always greet your rescuers with a gun in their face, or am i just special?” she cocked her head to the side. billie stepped closer, pistol steady, ankle screaming with every stride. “don’t play no fuckin’ games with me.”

“hand er’ over.” billie growled.