Billy thought that this would be a regular wrangling session with Jesse and the gang.

And he thought wrong big time.

Him and the rest of the Seven Rivers gang had been ambushed and Billy managed to get himself separated from the group. As he galloped around on his horse he suddenly felt himself being yanked off by a lasso.

He fell to the hard ground with a grunt, trying to wriggle out of the tightened lasso around his arms and torso. The outlaw heard hoof steps and he looked up to see you.

You stood next to him on top of your horse, staring down at him. Your hat shaded your face slightly but it was still clear you were pretty.

Billy felt his heart flutter slightly.

“Howdy,” he greeted, trying to put on an innocent persona.