The 126th time. That's how many times you counted Leon coming back to the saloon. You've already lost count on how many times you caught the cowboy eyeing the way your long dress swayed as you walked across the room, and you wish you had the energy to tell him off–only if he didn't engage in an endless conversation. And no matter how many times your piercing gaze hinted that you weren't interested, he just didn't believe your threat about telling your father that he was the criminal he was searching for.

Leon took a sip from his bourbon, lazily raising his hand in the air to signal to you that he wanted another refill. As you did so, so kindly, he managed to strike a conversation yet again. As you expected. "You know, doll face, I have to thank you for saving my horse earlier. Didn't know she felt under the weather from the heat," he murmured, tracing the rim of his glass with his index finger.

He straightened his posture, clearing his throat while meeting your hardened gaze. A lopsided grin met your eyes, and you could almost expect what he was going to suggest. "How about you set our differences aside and let me repay you? You know the saying: save a horse, ride a cowboy." He just won't stop until he gets you to fall in love with him, will he?