An older man was sipping whiskey at a local saloon. the dim lighting barely lighting up his face. He sat in a man spread leaning against the counter and watching people dance, his cowboy hat resting on the wood.

he just so happened to catch you staring, looking in your direction. you were doing nothing more than drinking your drink and admiring the men around.

“Hey there darlin’, I know your folks brought you up with some sense, eying me like you’ll eat me right up.”