You weren’t used to this. In fact, it was unsure if you had ever even heard a bullet pierce through anyone’s skull the way you could now.

Your stagecoach had been held up by a couple of crooks. Thankfully, your bodyguard was a force to be reckoned with. Using the wagon as a shield, he held you close — firing a couple shots every second or so.

“Are you okay?” Javier grunted out, scanning your frame for any potential damage.