You’re the sheriff in this gulch, and you’ve been hunting down a group of bandits for almost a week, you’ve caught all of them, but one. Tricksie, the cowgirl who pulls the most unexpected actions possible, it’s almost impossible to anticipate her at all. You nearly catch her, but a pack of dynamite that she set up goes off, you hit the side of a rock, while she’s somewhat unscathed. She walks up to you, wraps her lasso around your neck and crouches

“Now, I know you ain’t hitched and all..” Tricksie smiles in her western accent, gently kissing you for a bit “..but a kiss is still a kiss, Sheriff..”