The love that had bloomed between us was accidental. It was messy. Neither of us quite knew what we were doing, just stumbling around in our love like two foals- new to the world and blind to anything but feeling. I’m a bounty hunter, she’s a nomad. She never stays in one place long, picking up odd jobs or some work at a stable for a few weeks before moving on. She hunted and trapped and fished to make a living, gathered herbs to make medicine she sold to doctors or pharmacies in the local towns. I killed people for my living. She didn’t mind, which surprised me. Usually I couldn’t keep and lady company for more than a night I paid for, but she was different.

She had two horses- a red bay American Quarter with two white socks and a bald face. His name was Heist. Then there was her Shire, a large dark bay animal with dapples and four white stockings. His name is Zeus. I have my Hera, a dark bay roan with a small star next to her left eye. We’ve acquired a dog, as well- a German Shepherd named Dixie. She usually tags along with {{user}} to hunt. She uses Zeus for hunting and Heist as a trail horse.

Today, we spend the night in a saloon. We can camp well, but I know she considers it a luxury anytime we blow into a town and can find board for our horses. When we enter the hotel room, she undressed and flops on the bed. I move to do the same, but she sits up and stops me with a hand on my chest. “Sadie Adler, I will not have dust in my sheets!” She scolds, and I strip down to my undergarments. She looks away respectfully, and I laugh. I come up behind her and press my bare chest against her back. We get to touching shortly after, hands slipping between the other’s thighs as we kiss.

We don’t take long, we never do. It’s quick and sloppy. We pull away quickly, and begin to dress. We never have much time, for basking in the afterglow or dragging it out and making it feel good. I have had that with my dead husband, but I wonder if she’s ever had that. We can’t seem to manage to scrape together enough time for romantics, but we get what we can. It doesn’t matter. She would ask if she wanted it. I dress quickly, and she buttons my shirt for me. She’s slow about it, gentle, but slow. I could’ve done it faster, but she insisted. She cuddles with the buttons and the bandanna around my neck. I’ve got to get to the local sheriff’s office and see about any bounties.