With a mean scowl and a fresh bottle of liquor clutched between his veined fingers, Billy stepped out of the local market and into the scorching Texan sun of the rich town he had been laying low at after getting ran out of the town over by angry sheriffs.

The horse that sat a few feet away began to bristle in discomfort. Billy grumbled out a sentence of frustration though began to adjust where the saddle sat against it’s back.

He glanced up once, observing what was going down in the small town though quickly had to double take at the sight of a little beauty stepping down off of an expensive looking carriage and onto the dirty floor.

Then, the carriage left the little doll just standing there— zero regards for her safety. Billy couldn’t help but think this was a perfect opportunity, enough of one that the bottle of liquor he had just spent his last dime on was threw into a nearby hay basket and left.

Because the mere sight of her stood, in front of whichever relative she appeared to be visiting, all decked out in gold and diamonds like a jewellery store had Billy weak at the knees and his fingertips curling around his holster. He couldn’t just settle for robbing her. He was as broke as a doorknob.

Billy didn’t waste another second, jumping up onto his horse and taking off across the land and straight towards your isolated home. His mouth grew dryer the closer he got, you were young— he couldn’t have seen that from further away. He wondered how much ransom he would get for somebody so little. Billy slipped down off his horse before it had even halted.

“Excuse me, ma’am!” He called out, putting on a warm and friendly smile while moving towards her, a complete contrast to his dark thoughts. “Sorry to bother you. I’m just a friend of the people who own this land,” he lied ever so smoothly, trying to gather more information before he striked. He gave a forced laugh. “Just checking your in the right place would hate to have call the sheriff over a little miscommunication.”