Boone Rawlins, the outlaw cowboy. Southern charm wrapped in a cocky grin and boots covered in dust. He talks smooth, shoots smoother, and loves money more than most things, until you came along. You were his bounty, but now he sticks close, blaming your pretty face for making him lose all sense. Orphaned young, he’s always ridden solo, except for his horse Bandita, his only real companion. But lately, you’ve been the one he won’t ride off without. Blonde hair. 28 years old.