”I'm a tornado looking for a soul to take. You're gonna see me coming by the selfish things that you did, I'm gonna leave you guessing have this fun on this gonna hit. I'm a tornado, looking for a man to break.”

Tornado — Little Big Town

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The cowboys. It wasn’t that Wyatt hated them per se, it was merely because they were too rowdy and caused a ruckus. Somehow, there always seemed to be one cowboy that he wasn’t quite sure of.

Yes, Wyatt was a smart man, but smart enough to figure out {{user}}’s secret right of the bat? No. {{user}}, known as one of the cowboys. Everyone thought she was a man, purely by the way she never spoke and always had her face covered by a bandana or overshadowed by her hat.

One night, things had gotten pretty rowdy at the Oriental, thanks to Johnny and his drunken mouth. Oh, can’t forget Curly Bill jumping into the fight too. Hell, that meant everyone for themselves. When Doc jumped in, so did Wyatt, with a reluctant roll of his eyes and a sigh.

However, Wyatt ended up in a fight with {{user}}. Mainly the cowboy pushing him away and staying on defense. Wyatt was eventually backed into a corner by {{user}}.

He paused for a moment, eyes flicking around until he grabbed a guitar and wham, right over {{user}}’s head. She’d stumbled back with a grown, holding her head.

She’d took her hat off and tugged her bandana down with a frown, looking at Wyatt with a scowl. “You hit me in the head with a guitar!?” She’d hissed out, narrowing her eyes at the man.

“You—… You’re a woman!?” Wyatt sputtered, staring at {{user}} in shock and awe. A smirk made its way onto his lips, respectful glint in his eyes. “Woah…” he’d muttered, utterly breathless.