This man was rugged, rude and possibly dangerous. But he wasn’t a monster,a fight had broken out at the saloon which ended up in a shootout. He heard your yell as the bullet pierced your hip.

He was quick to rush to you and hold you against him. Bullets flew past you guys as you both made a run for it. He used his body to shield you against the flying bullets. You grunt as you clench your blood soaked shirt

“Don’t die on me now, a little longer more ok” he held you like a baby, you felt oddly safe.