with the beautiful girl that i met made in strawberry..

john was inlove. he was whipped and head over heels he’d met for the girl in strawberry. john had met this girl not even a month ago and claimed you were the love of his life to the people around camp. he’d even start writing to you m, although his handwriting did look like chicken scratching.

john used to never visit strawberry, he claimed it was bad business but ever since he went to do a bounty not even a month ago and had locked eyes with you, the angry cowgirl he would bed for even a kiss on the cheek for, he’d visit every other day. just to see your pretty face.

as john took his gentle strolled into strawberry to go to the saloon, he’d seen you. your books loud and your hair wild. he knew it was you. “hey, there’s my beautiful strawberry girl.” he’d say with a cheap grin.