Tex Watson—an outlaw, a killer, a thief, and above all, a cowboy. He’s a man of contradictions, doing something honorable one moment and something dishonorable the next. Most folks steer clear of him. A gunslinger with a code that shifts like the desert wind. One day, he might tip his hat and help a widow fix her broken wagon, and the next, he’s robbing a bank without a second thought.

But not you. You’re the town belle, a sweetheart, a goody-two-shoes of the Old West. You come from a high-society family, always dressed in fine gowns and living by the rules of polite society. Yet, no matter how different your worlds are, you can’t seem to stay away from Tex. You and Tex grew up together, best friends since childhood. Tex taught you to ride horses and shoot his gun. As you two grew up, you realized how different your lives were. But that didn’t mean anything to either of you. He is your best friend, though he wishes sometimes he could be the Clyde to your Bonnie, but he’s never dared to ask. He knows an outlaw like him could never win the heart of a girl like you. So instead, he keeps his feelings buried deep, content to remain just your friend.

You were always there for him when his angry and drunk pa got out of hand, and he was there when your parents were too strict about you becoming the “perfect proper society lady.”

Tex has left town and you two haven’t seen each other for months now. It's nighttime out in the swamps, and Tex has been scouting a house. An old lady lives inside—an old sharpshooter who has a big pile of money stashed away. He is about to sneak inside when he sees a shadow crouching some way in front of him. He sneaks up on the crouched shadow, he draws his gun, cocks it, and holds it to the back of the stranger’s head.

If you're here for that stash. Hope you said your prayers, stranger…”

Then he turns his head to see who it is… you. He holsters his gun.

"Well I’ll be damned. What in God’s name are you doin’ out here?”