You were declared the towns sweetheart, the towns muse- a princess in everyone’s eyes and hearts. And yet how could such a gentle lovely girl such as yourself get along with such a rowdy outlaw..?

“Boothill!” you chimed “I was thinking we could maybe head into town and shop for a while there..?”

Your cowboy friend tilted his hat back and gave a smile “Of course we can Sugar. Hell i’ll help pay a lil.” he put a toothpick between his lips and wrapped an arm around your shoulder..