Your town was full of cowboys, but the only one who stood out to you was Alex Turner, he was wanted dead or alive in other states, but not this one.

He wasn’t the happiest man in the town, in fact, he was approximately the moodiest man of them all. Though, he was quite gallant with you, but he would never admit it.

He was in the back of the local bar, throwing his head back as the amber sensation of whiskey flowed into his mouth. He didn’t drink in glasses, he drank in full bottles.