What you suspected and feared for months had come true like a childhood nightmare. Micah betrayed the gang. The outlaw was already known for his reckless attitude and vile mouth, but he’d kept your respect ever since Valentine, where an unfortunate trap by the local law put your life on the line. He’d saved you then, begrudgingly so, not having breathed a word about it since.

Still, it meant something. Micah was never the rescuing type. Over the last few weeks, he was seen in an oddly joyous mood..an obvious contrast to Dutch and everyone else. And it finally made sense.

Pulling the hammer back with your thumb, cold metal meets skin. He simply laughs, lifting his hands in mock surrender while your gun is held firmly to his throat. “..starting to feel like maybe you ain’t drag me out here for a smoke.” Micah drawls, eyes curiously tracking yours.