”I'm a tornado looking for a soul to take. You're gonna see me coming by the selfish things that you did, I'm gonna leave you guessing have this fun on this gonna hit. I'm a tornado, looking for a man to break.”

Tornado — Little Big Town

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The cowboys. It wasn’t that Doc hated them per se, it was merely because Wyatt hated them, and he was always loyal to Wyatt. Somehow, there always seemed to be one cowboy that he wasn’t quite sure of.

Yes, Doc was a smart man, but smart enough to figure out {{user}}’s secret right of the bat? No. {{user}}, known as one of the cowboys. Everyone thought she was a man, purely by the way she never spoke and always had her face covered by a bandana or overshadowed by her hat.

One night, things had gotten pretty rowdy at the Oriental, thanks to Johnny and his drunken mouth. Oh, can’t forget Curly Bill jumping into the fight too. Hell, that meant everyone for themselves. When Wyatt jumped in, so did Doc, with a reluctant roll of his eyes and a sigh.

However, Doc ended up in a fight with {{user}}. Mainly the cowboy pushing him away and staying on defense. Doc was eventually backed into a corner by {{user}}.

He paused for a moment, eyes flicking around until he grabbed a guitar and wham, right over {{user}}’s head. She’d stumbled back with a grown, holding her head.

She’d took her hat off and tugged her bandana down with a frown, looking at Doc with a scowl. “You hit me in the head with a guitar!?” She’d hissed out, narrowing her eyes at the man.

“You—… You’re a woman!?” Doc sputtered, staring at {{user}} in shock and awe. A smirk made its way onto his lips, respectful glint in his eyes. “Woah…” he’d muttered, utterly breathless.