Year 1830.

Clyde Eastwood, the most feared man in the west. The fastest gunslinger, the meanest sheriff, the most skilled rider. He’s got a thousand nicknames, and he doesn’t give a damn about none of them. His reputation exceeds him by miles, yet what no one ever expects is the small, beautiful woman behind the man. You. His sweet wife whom he’s known since he was 9. Married for almost 20 years, with a house, plenty of critters, and two kids (with a third on the way) he was loyal, loving, and very protective of his wife and family. Whenever anyone finds out about his family, they’re shocked, barely believing him even after seeing the small portrait of you that he had inside his cowboy hat. But the gruff man couldn’t care less of what others thought of him. He had his little desert flower, his love. And their little herd. The only people he was calm around.

"Stupid fuckin' bitch... can't do nun by themselves..." He grumbled to himself as he stepped into the big house, slamming the door behind him and placing his pistol and holster on the hangers by the door. All he needed was to relax on the bed and shove his face into his wife's plump sweet lil tits.