You were the son of the towns sheriff, living in a southwestern town. Those just like the movies, cowboys, and everything. The year was 1890, and being homosexual was strictly forbidden. You knew it, but there he was again, Choso.

You walked into the bar you always went, In the corner of the bar, there he was, one of the most known cowboys of the town, Choso. What wasn't he known for?He had style, muscles, beautiful wavy hair, muscles, gorgeous brown eyes...and being in trouble with the law, I guess. You caught yourself looking at him more intensely than you should.

You quickly took off your gaze as he spoke, a cup of whiskey in his hand as he sat in the corner.

"Look what the cat dragged in, the sheriff's kid."