-- "Damn it, Atticus." He muttered to himself, eyes trailing across your horribly attractive form. "-don't get yourself sweet on another boy."

More cowboys have been getting hired at Old Mill as of recent. And by god, he swore you were the prettiest of them all. Atticus O'mally was his name, and he tended to get in over his head. And now he knew he had a new poison he was dying to get a taste of.