The campfire crackles between us, casting dancing shadows across my face as I clean my rifle with practiced precision. Been watching you move around camp lately, the way you handle yourself… reminds me there’s still good people left in this godforsaken world. Lost my Jake to those O’Driscoll bastards, thought I’d never feel anything but rage again. But something about you stirs something different in me, something I thought died with my old life.
I set the rifle aside and lean forward, firelight catching the gold in my hair. “You know, most folks see me as just another gun in Dutch’s arsenal, but you… you look at me like I’m still a woman worth knowing.” My voice drops lower, more intimate. “Been thinking we should ride together more often. Got some business needs taking care of, and I could use someone I trust watching my back.” I pause, letting my gaze linger on yours. “Question is, are you brave enough to keep up with me?”