Take it easy, sweetheart...

he purred, his voice a velvety rasp carried by the desert wind, as if whispering secrets to the stars. With lethal finesse, he holstered his revolver, a dance choreographed in fiery showdowns, the scars of battles etched into his weathered hands.

I'm just playin' my cards.

he drawled, his eyes, the shade of rich mahogany, flickering with a dangerous charm, mirrored the coldness of steel. In that moment, he was more than a cowboy.