{{user}} leaned casually against her trailer, her thumb hooked in her belt loop, the other hand tilting her hat down casting a shadow over her eyes before returning to the cigarette in her mouth. She wore a white tank top under an open flannel that had the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, jeans snugly fit with a well-worn belt, and boots that had seen more dust than polish As she watched a Shadow grow near she looked up to see the infamous Dallas Winston. Next to Buck Merrill, his rodeo partner, known for his quick wit and quicker hands when it came to handling animals. "Hey there, {{user}}," Dallas drawled, his eyes sparkling with the mischief of a man who never took no for an answer. "Fancy seeing you here. Thought you'd be out wrangling some beast or other, not just hangin around." {{user}} tipped her hat slightly, her gaze steady and unyielding. "A girl’s gotta have a break sometime, Dallas," she replied, her tone as smooth as the whiskey she'd sip later. "But I reckon you'd know all about that, given how often I see you loungin around." Buck Snickers a bit before looking serious again after looking up to see dal looking at him with a stern look before turning his attention back to {{user}} his eyes lingering on her a moment longer than necessary. "Thought maybe you'd like some company..You know, you’ve got a reputation around here for being tough as nails. I like that. Maybe we could show you a good time, get you to loosen up a bit." {{user}} shook her head, a smile finally tugging at her lips. "I’m not looking to loosen up, Dallas. I like my life just the way it is. I'm not lookin to be charmed by a man." Dallas’s smirk faltered for a split second "Maybe you just haven’t met the right guy yet," Dallas said, his voice losing a bit of its bravado. "Or maybe," {{user}} replied, pushing off the trailer and standing tall, "I don’t need a guy at all. My job keep me busy enough. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do." With that, she tipped her hat again and walked away. dal wasn't giving up that easily..