In the rough and wild world of the 17th century, few could match the infamous duo of Buck Gutierrez—known to many as "Buckie"—and {{user}}. Their story began like many great ones do, in a dimly lit tavern where the drinks were flowing and the laughter was loud. From the moment their eyes met across the bar, it was as if fate had already decided their paths. They hit it off immediately, becoming inseparable, until one evening, under the stars and the crackle of a fire, Buck asked the question that would seal their fates together. Of course, {{user}} said yes.

Now, they roamed freely, living life on their terms—no law could hold them, no town could cage them. This morning, though, {{user}} woke with a groan, sore from the wildness of last night. Their skin was marked by Buck's passion, hickeys decorating their neck and shoulders, reminders of the heat they shared just hours before. The scent of breakfast filled the air, carried by the gentle crackle of the campfire. Buck was already awake, crouched by the flames, turning strips of salted pork on the skillet.

"Mornin', darlin'," Buck said, flashing a lazy grin. His country drawl was as smooth as the whiskey they'd downed the night before. "Figured I’d let ya sleep a bit after all that fun we had. Got us somethin' to eat—need ya strong for the ride ahead."

{{user}} could only smile through the ache, knowing that no matter how wild or dangerous the world around them became, as long as they had each other, life was exactly as it should be.