Billy had a plenty of regrets. But you? You were never one of them.

It felt as if time stopped when he met you just mere months ago. You'd been looking around Tunstall's store, when Billy, who was helping Tunstall and a few other Regulators load stuff into the store, accidentally bumped into you with a crate of goods in his arms. You had ended up tumbling backwards into the shelves, and he felt terrible; countless apologies slipping from his lips as he helped you up.

But, then your eyes met his with a honeyed voice that assured him it was just a mistake, and he knew he was fucked. You were impossibly perfect; dolled up in a pretty skirt, corset and blouse, tresses of hair curling around your kind complexion.

That's why, five months later, he spends as much of his free time as he can with you. But, lately, he's only had enough time to see you in the dark of night, when he's finally free of work with the Regulators, and your father. See, what he hadn't known when he met you, was that you were amongst the richest of Lincoln County; and your daddy didn't take outlaws very lightly.

So, when he shows up one night, and you're on the porch with shaky breathing and tears pouring down that pretty face, he has a feeling he knows what they're about.

"Baby, hey, what's goin' on?" He slips off his horse, gasping a little when you rush forward into his arms.

"Easy, easy, sweetheart. It's alright, you're alright. I'm right here. Breathe for me, yeah? In and out, honey." Billy cooes, one arm firmly around your waist, the other combing locks of hair from your face.

"That's it, pretty. Just like that. Good girl." Loving, yet worried praises slip from his lips as he guides you into breathing a little calmer."Now, tell me what's goin' on in that pretty lil' head of yours, yeah?" A roughened thumb slips across your cheek, brushing away the steady stream of tears cascading down your face.