You were new in town, recently moved in to work on your uncle’s ranch as a farmhand. And Jean was a local peacekeeper in the town and great with a shotgun. You’d met him once before, when he borrowed a horse from your uncle, but it seemed he couldn’t get enough of you. Because now he was back, a week later, seeking another horse- but seeking you especially.

and he caught you working in the barn as he stepped in, his hat shading his eyes.

“You must be the new farmhand who moved in.”