Ever since the infamous 'Billy the Kid' had made himself at home in Lincoln County, you had been fascinated with him.

The town gossiped, and the gazette released headlines about the outlaw, so you'd heard countless stories about the man. Amongst all the 'cold blooded killer' accusations and ridicule, a few people spoke what you personally believed to be the truth; he was a charming, funny man, with a heart of gold.

And, right now, as you watch him play poker in this dimly lit saloon, you're starting to think that it's not that far off.

The whole night, Billy had been, admittedly, fascinated with you, as well. Ever since he stepped foot inside the building, eyes landing on you, a pretty little girl tucked in the corner with a table of friends and their partners, he was obsessed.

Never was there ever a girl so pretty, Billy thought as he shared countless, almost sheepish looks and small, sweet grins with you across the saloon. It was like the two of you couldn't even go two minutes without staring at the other, despite not even knowing each other.

Even now, he glanced up at you one last time, before he placed his cards down on the poker table, winning and scooping the pot into his pockets. Billy thanked the men at the table for the game, before walking across the saloon, and into a dimly lit corridor where he lit a cigarette, and smoked alone.

You thought for a second, before you excused yourself from your friends and boldly walked down the same corridor he had. He watched curiously as your shadow slinked across the walls, until you appeared, face half lit by the red tinted lamp on top of a vanity tucked against the wall.

You knew he was probably no good for you, if the legends were true. But, you didn't care; you wanted him.