After a tense game of poker, and obnoxious flirting from John Riley's wife, Irene, Billy is more than ready to go back home. Putting his hat back on, he storms firmly out of the saloon, heading for his horse. His friend, Charlie, follows closely, and the two boys begin to unhitch their horses.
Yet, the hum of lively conversation and the clop of a horse drawn carriage pulls Billy's attention away. On the side of the saloon, a black coated carriage slows to a stop, and the men guiding it drop to the ground, careful to open the door. Two women pile out, dressed in the prettiest of wealthy gowns.
Billy stops, simply watching and admiring for a moment before he catches your gaze. He feels as if time has slowed, almost. You're beautiful, no, beyond beautiful. He's not even sure if he can come up with a word that would even come close to your beauty. Swallowing hard, he watches as you flash the tiniest of smiles, before covering your face in a veil and walking into the saloon.
Just like that, Billy is caught. Charlie tells him that you're the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in New Mexico, and his curiosity only grows. Maybe that's why the next day, he's already trotting up to the saloon when your carriage appears once again.
He waits, leaning against a pillar as his heart thrums in his chest. This is so stupid; there's no way in hell that you would ever give him the time of day. So, why can't he walk away when you emerge from the saloon?
"Señorita." Billy calls before his brain can catch up to his mouth. "Perdón, Señorita. I just wanted to say hello." He politely smiles, hands held neatly in front of him. The woman beside you tries to usher you away, despite you not even responding yet, and Billy's breath catches in his throat. He's messed this up already. But, then, you're pulling away, telling the woman to let you go. "Who are you?" You ask with a honeyed tone.
"I'm Billy. I just wanted to introduce myself. I'd like to see you again." He softly replies, stomach fluttering.