There were two things that were true about her. She was a better shot than him and she was a better rider. 

He never told her but he suspected she always knew it to be true.

They led separate lives, off to different corners of the country.

And he almost didn’t recognize her when he saw her again- well her wanted poster that was. Right there next to his.

Hell, even her bounty was higher than his.

“Could never get your nose right.”

Her voice is familiar and foreign all at once.

She was back.