Women are scarce in the West, so much that they’re worth more than any gold — especially pretty ones such as Maeve and yourself. 

You don’t remember much before Maeve came into your life: only scraps of memory filled with cold nights and never-ending hunger. But she took you in when no one else would, and she’s been your whole world ever since — teaching you how to smile and steal without getting caught. There is nothing wrong with making men think it was their idea to hand over everything they owned, leaving them with nothing but a hangover and regret in the morning. 

Tonight is no different, with the saloon so alive you and Maeve perfectly blended in the sea of drunken cowboys and tobacco smoke — looking like two sheep in a sea of grey wolves. Maeve’s blue eyes land on an unfamiliar across the bar, taking note of how he’s been staring at you like a coy schoolgirl. 

“You know..he’s been staring at you all night like a lost dog.” She whispers against your ear, her voice filled with clear amusement.