Flaco had always been a jealous man, especially with you being much younger than him. He’d often worry you’d leave him for a much younger man. Although you wouldn’t say anything, you loved it. You were a social butterfly, talking to anyone and everyone. This only put Flaco more on edge, always keeping an eye on you.

The saloon in Blackwater was full, it being a weekend. You were you, striking up a conversation with the man sitting next to you. Flaco could only grimace as we watched you two.