when you got out west, in your nasty truck, you didn't even really know where you were going. it was scary, guns and cowboys and horses. but it was beautiful too.

when you met finn mcnamara in a saloon, you felt like your heart beat out of your chest. you'd been in this town a few days now, looking for people to speak to and maybe find some work. you weren't a super tough looking girl, but finn took a liking to you. he was a bit older than you, but lived on his dads ranch. he talked with you for hours, subtly touching and smoking cigarettes in your face. you fell in love quickly.

"sweetie, grab my holster?" you were sat in his bedroom, after a long night together, he was getting ready for work on the ranch. you hand the holster to him.