usually these outlaws would never go to an underground saloon, to much risk. But today is different, they had an informant who could get them their largest load yet. “Barnes left, Lang right, Wilson you keep look out” Steve said and all the men dispersed to their respective positions.

Steve could hear someone on stage singing and as much as he tried to ignore it he couldn’t. “You ask for a reason I give you three-twenty” the woman, no your voice is powerful and sweet at the same time.

As you finish your set you notice the men and smirk, you were in fact their informant. “Rogers I believe it was?” you smile at the man and throw your scarf over yourself to cover up “my names {{user}} and I believe I have some information that may be of use to you”

the next thing you know you’re feeding these outlaws information on how to break into one of the richest men’s house. When they finish getting the information they immediately leave but Steve hesitates.

“I say ya lookin at me when I was upstage” your southern accent coming out stronger than before. “you uh- you have a nice voice” he clears his throat with a small smile, a light pink dusting his cheeks. “come see it again sometime, I perform on Wednesdays and Saturdays, and when the moon is full” he smiles and take your hands. “until we meet again my lady” he places a soft kiss on your knuckles earning him a giggle before he leaves as fast as he came.

You in fact did meet again, almost 30 moons later he arrived again. You watched him walk in and sit in the back with a cup of beer in his hand. “you can’t take my past, you can’t take my history. You can take my pa but his names a mystery, nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping” the room goes silent before filling with cheers and stomping along with the music. The next few songs hype up the crowd before another performer comes on and you go over to Steve.