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Reader's POV: 

You were having too much of a good time to notice the men return to the bar, followed by the Sheriff. So you were shocked when the bottle of whiskey in your hand suddenly exploded from a bullet. You look over at the door, to admire who had taken such a bold shot and you smirked at what you saw. The young deputy at the door was exactly your type, just what you were looking for to amuse you whilst you were visiting La'Belle. After admiring him and deciding that he was the one you were going to pursue, you catch onto what he was saying "And as for you. You're coming with me." You smirk at the request and obligingly slide down off of the bar and over to the deputy to be handcuffed. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

Whitey's POV: 

You were shocked at how easily the woman obliged to your command and how she practically put the handcuffs on herself. But you had no complaints, you had her exactly where you wanted her. You lead her back to the Sheriff station, lock her in the cell and remove the handcuffs, before remembering about her being only half dressed "What've you done with your dress?" 

"I left it at the bar, do you want to be a gentleman and run back and get it for me?" she smirks at you, and you decide it's best not to leave her alone. Besides, you were quite enjoying the view. 

"I don't think so lil lady, i'm going to have to keep a close eye on you." 

A devilish glint flashes in her eyes "you can keep more than your eyes on me" she winks at you and pushes herself against the bars of the cell, closing the distance between you. It took all of your energy to resist her, but you pull away from the cell and sit down on the chair, putting your feet on the desk. 

"Now, now flirting ain't going to work on me, I got a job to keep. So tell me what's your name and what brings you to this here town?"

Reader's POV: 

The deputy pulled away from the cell and made his way over to the desk, so you lean against the bars, admiring his movements as he talks. You answer his questions "My name's Y/N Y/L/N, it's a pleasure to meet you sir and as for why I am visiting your dull town, I'm here to stay with my ol' friend Mary." 

The deputy shifts in his chair "you're friends with Mary? I've never heard her speak of you before." 

You roll your eyes, growing bored of talking "I've been travelling these past few years, we weren't as close as we used to be. Now that i've answered your questions, would you mind getting me something to drink, my head's spinning from all that Whiskey I didn't pay for." 

The deputy laughs at your request, but obligingly goes to fetch you some water. Now that you have managed to distract him, you open up the cell door, which you had unlocked with your hair pin whilst he was talking and sit on the desk, copying his pose, by putting your legs on the desk. You then pull out the guns from under your skirt, which you had earlier smuggled out of the deputy's belts and smirk at how clueless he was to what was going on in front of him. The deputy returns with a glass of water, but stops in the doorway, shocked to find you out of you cell and pointing his own guns at him. "When you took that shot earlier, I really thought you had potential. But I guess I was wrong, you've still got a lot to learn."

You were new to the town of La’Belle. After the tragic accident, resulting in the loss of your home and your parents, you decided to go out into the country, to stay with your aunt- Alice Fletcher.

The night you arrived, Alice was in town supposedly taking care of some business, so you head out into town to greet her and take a small look around your temporary home. The streets were quiet, with only a few questionable gazes directed at you as you walked by. Unaware of where you were actually headed, you decide to slow your pace, in hopes you will catch sight of your Aunt soon. When suddenly you hear her voice coming from within the Sheriff’s station. Not wanting to interrupt, you stealthily make your way to the side of the building and peer through the window. The first thing you take in is the back of a young man’s head. He has tousled dark blonde hair, with an attractively lanky figure. You watched as he began to slowly remove his gun belt. Curious as to what was going on, you edge closer to the window, allowing you a full view of the room. Your aunt was standing there with a rifle pointed straight at the boy.

Mesmerized as to what would happen next, you remain peering through the window, as the boy removes his other gun belt and heads towards the cell with his keys. Alice calls the prisoner out and orders the boy to take his place, the prisoner then locking him inside. They both turn around and begin to head outside. You were about to walk back to the front of the building to greet your aunt and find out what she was doing smuggling out a prisoner, until you catch a glimpse of the boys face. You are instantly captured by his defined yet delicate features and warm, inviting eyes. You remain there for a while, taking in his appearance, until you notice that your aunt has already left. You run back to the street and see her riding off into the distance “damn!” You begin to trail after her, before hearing someone humming an old song your mother used to sing to you, causing you to halt and take in the sweet melody. Realizing it was coming from within the Sheriff’s station, you make your way to the door and then quietly enter the building. The boy was sitting on the bed, with his hands in his lap, looking down at the floor. He had not yet noticed you, so you lean against the door frame, facing towards him “Getting comfortable in there?” 

You chuckle as he becomes startled at your words and bolts upright, your eyes instantly connecting “And who in the hell might you be?”

You watch as he looks you up and down, taking in your appearance, a small smile slowly forming on his face. You brush your long hair back behind you, revealing more of your slender figure for him to absorb. “Who me?” you ask nonchalantly, “My name’s Y/N, Y/L/N. I’m the niece of the woman who just had a gun pointed at you.” You casually stroll over to his desk and begin to look at the artifacts placed on it. 

The boys eyes widen in surprise “You’re related to Alice Fletcher?”

“The one and only” you snicker “And who might you be?” You turn to face him, waiting for his introduction. He awkwardly stands and coughs, making his way over to the bars, with his hand extended through “I’m- erm- Whitey, Whitey Winn. Now if you don’t mind letting me out of here so i can get back to my duties as deputy?”

You shake his hand, holding onto it longer than you needed to, before turning your back on him and continuing to search around his desk “Now, now Mr Winn, you can’t get out of your predicament this easily. You see my aunt must have locked you up in here for some reason, and I highly doubt she would undermine this town’s...” you peer over your shoulder at him “handsome deputy, unless it was for a good cause.” 

He swallows, a blush forming on his cheeks before replying to you “well ma'am, you see, I do not know the reason for miss Fletcher taking my prisoner or locking me in here, which is what I intend to find out.” 

You pick up his gun belts from off the table and put them on over your dress “Well these are some pretty fine guns, I could do with some guns like these.”

Whitey moves closer to the bars, clearly agitated “Put those down before you hurt yourself, women like you shouldn’t even hold a gun, let alone own one” 

You snicker at his remark, “Women like me? And what type of woman would that be?”

He awkwardly shifts to the side, aware that he has made you mad “Well you know ma’am I meant no disrespect, I just meant a pretty women like you should be running a household suitable for their husband and children, not handling weapons.”

“I’ll have you know that i don’t have a husband and as for weapons I already have one right here...” You lift up your dress to show off the dagger strapped to your thigh. 

Whitey once again swallows, unsuccessfully trying not to stare at your exposed leg. “Well that’s good to know- about having a weapon I mean, not at the fact that you don’t have a husband” He awkwardly tries to play off his sentence, not wanting you to know that he was interested in the state of your affairs. 

You chuckle at his comment and once again lean against the door frame, a flirty and playful look in your eye “Well seeing as I have two new weapons...” You motion towards his guns still buckled onto your hips “I guess i’ll be on my way.”

“Miss Y/N, please don’t tell me you’re thinking of taking my guns and leaving me in this cell?”

Whitey's POV: 

You couldn't stop thinking about the girl you had a glimpse of in town earlier that day. You were stuck in the sheriff's station, waiting for any incidents that would need your attention, but as usual nothing exciting was happening in the dull town of La'Belle. You walk over to the mirror and begin to twirl your guns, practicing your moves. Eager to go on the hunt. "Y’know why they call me Whitey Winn? ‘Cause I always do."

You were just getting into your role, when the door suddenly burst open and two men tumbled into the room. Your spin around on your heel and point your guns at them startled. It was just two of the town drunks. 

"Put your god damn guns away Whitey before you hurt someone” one of them says, as he kneels over trying to catch his breathe. 

You grunt and twirl your guns back into the holsters "What is it I can help you fellas with? I'm surprised to see you two any where other than the pub". 

"There's been an uproar. The women have raided the bar, being lead by a savage who attacked the bartender".

Your raise your eyebrows, shocked and amused that something interesting was finally happening "well fellas, lead the way".

Reader's POV: 

The whole bar was filled with almost every woman in town and it was wild. Fueled with alcohol, you get up on the bar to dance, pouring alcohol into the mouths of the women below you. "You're a bad influence on me Y/N!" Mary shouts up to you.

You down several more shots "I know" you smirk and wink at her. You continue to dance on the bar and the women begin cheering below, chanting "strip! strip! strip!" 

You giggle at the request and start to remove your dress, leaving you in a corset and your underskirt. You remove your hair from your plait, shaking it loose. 

Too caught up in dancing and drinking, you are unaware of the men returning to the bar, followed by the deputy.

Whitey's POV: 

You were taken back by the sight in front of you. The women really had raided the bar and it looked like they were having a bloody good time. You were about to ask the men where the "savage" was, but your eyes moved straight to the woman dancing on the bar, wearing nothing but her undergarments. It was the woman you had seen earlier that day. You lean against the door frame, unable to take your eyes off her. She was the most amazing women you had ever seen. A cough interrupted your thoughts and you are brought back to the situation at hand. The woman on the bar went to take another drink from a bottle of whiskey, and with no other way to get  hold of everyone’s attention, you shoot at the bottle in her hand "Now I know, none of you have been paying for these drinks and as a man of the law I am obliged to take this into account. All of you get out, I don't want to see any of you in here again. And as for you" You look the mysterious women in the eye and falter at the amused glint you see within them "You're coming with me". 

Whitey’s POV:

Once again you are awoken by Mary banging on your door. You slide out of bed, your head still fuzzy from being half asleep and you crawl your way over to the door, unlatching the lock and falling onto your bench table. Mary open up the door and places a plate of food down in front of you "it's about damn time that you learn to get yourself up and cook your own breakfast". 

She pauses to look down at you and you smirk "but I've already got myself a woman to do that for me". 

She kicks your leg under the table "Now I ain't your woman and if you expect any of the women around here to shack up with you, you are sorely mistaken" You begin playing with your food processing what she was saying, offended that she didn't think you were good enough. 

You slam your fork down and look her dead in the eyes "I could easily get myself a woman! and i'll prove it to you, by the end of the month i'll have a fine woman living in my house and fulfilling my every need" you wink at her and she laughs at your remark. 

"Now i'd love to see this, but i'm telling you now, no woman in her right mind will let you within 5 feet of her looking and smelling like that, so i suggest you go take a bath before going on the hunt". She laughs to herself again before walking out the door and mounting her horse. Before she rides off, she calls back out to you "and I also suggest you get a move on, times ticking."

Timeskip:

You were currently sitting in the sheriff station, going over in your head all the women in the town. You couldn't believe that living in a town filled with single woman that you wouldn't be able to get one, but the more you thought over them, the more you realised you weren't interested in any of them. For the two years you have been a deputy in La'Belle, none of the women had ever caught your eye. You grunt at the realisation that you probably wouldn't get a woman by the end of the month and you hated thinking about Mary's smug face. You stretch your arms above your head and make your way to the doorway, leaning against it and looking around the town, all the while you were twirling your guns in your hands. You were forever praying that something exciting would happen in this dull town, you were eager to actually get some use out of your guns. 

Just as you were about to make your way over to the chair outside of the station for a nap, something, or rather someone caught your eye. You had never seen her before and you didn't get to see much, only the back of her, before she turned the corner at the end of the street. But that was enough. The way her long (h/c) hair cascaded down her back, stopping just below her waist. And the curves of her body in her tight dress, were enough to draw you in. "She's the one".

Readers POV:

It was the first time you were visiting your friend Mary in the small town of La'Belle. Although you only lived a short ride away, you had been travelling for the past few years, therefore never having the chance to visit the town. You had only arrived back home last night and was shocked to be awoken to Mary pounding on your door. She had invited you to stay with her for the month. She had no reason behind her offer, just that she wanted to introduce to the people within her town. You packed up a few of your items and mounted them onto your horse. You unpacked your things at her house before being given a guided tour through the female infested town. Not one young man was to be seen and you were disappointed, you had at least hoped to have had one hook up during your month in La'Belle.

Timeskip:

"You're a bad influence on my Y/N!" Mary called over to you from across the bar. You had decided to drag Mary and her new item out for a few drinks, inviting almost all the women in the town along the way. Apparently the bar was the only place the remaining men hung out and they saw to it that it was "their territory", but you weren't having any of that. You burst your way through the door and headed straight for the bar, ignoring the complaints from the men. You grabbed a bottle of whiskey, taking a huge gulp straight from the bottle. Without warning the bar tender came up behind you, punched you in the face and tried to drag you out. You'd never let any man put his hands on you without permission, and with your blood boiling you turned to face the bartender, smirked at him and whacked the bottle of whiskey over his head, knocking him clean out. By now the majority of the women in the town had witnessed what had happened. 

Mary was standing at the front of the crowd wide eyed before clapping and laughing at the scene in front of her. The other women joined in with the laughter and you were surrounded by cheers and shouts "That old codger had it coming" Mary told you, tears streaming down her face". You take in the sight of the women cheering you on and you are filled with pride. 

You take a bow, before sliding over the bar and poring a line of shots "let's get this party started!" 

Whitey POV: 

You strap your violin to your horse saddle and head off to Blackdom for your lessons. The big day was coming up. It was soon to be the best day of the start of my your life and you want it to be perfect for the woman you love. As you reach Louise’s house, you slowly begin to demount your horse, tying her to the nearest fence post. You begin to walk towards the house, but are greeted by Louise just before you reach the door “Hiya Whitey, I’m afraid i’m a little busy at the moment, is it okay if you come back for your violin lesson later on tonight or tomorrow?” 

“Oh sure? What are you busy with?” you ask, slightly annoyed that you had to ride all the way over there for nothing. 

“I need to head over to the river to fetch some water.” 

“Oh sure, can I join you and then have my lesson afterwards? Saves me having to ride all the way just to come back again.” 

Louise shrugs “Yeah actually, that sounds really good. I enjoy your company” You dismiss her remark and both follow the trail to the river, Lousie making jokes about how you need to take a bath before your wedding day. As you reach the river bank she pushes you into the water and you drag her in after you. Both of you laughing and splashing each other, until she trips and you grab her waist to help support her. She leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. You instantly pull back and remove your hands from around her waist “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?!” 

“Oh come on Whitey, I know you like me, you should enjoy your last few days of freedom! Y/N will never know.” You are disgusted by what she is saying and brush past her, no longer wanting to acknowledge what she had to say. You couldn’t believe she would even think you’d consider cheating on your fiance’. Y/N was the only person you have ever loved and you would never do anything to hurt her or to jeopardise your relationship. You make your way back towards blackdom to collect your horse, leaving Louise behind, calling after you.

Readers POV: 

You follow after Whitey, making sure you keep a safe distance behind so that he wouldn’t notice you. He had been sneaking off recently and you were curious as to where he was going. You hated surprises so planned to follow him the next time he left the Sheriff’s station with his horse. You arrived at the outskirts of blackdom, concerned now as to what Whitey was doing. You watch from a top the hill as Whitey ties up his horse and heads towards a house. He begins speaking to a girl, who you believe to be called Louise. Whitey had never mentioned before that he knew her, or anyone from Blackdom to be precise, so why was he sneaking off to come and see her? You began to feel a stab of jealousy in the pit of your stomach, but you instantly push any negative thoughts aside. Whitey loved you and you knew it, he would never betray you, there had to be a reasonable explanation behind him coming here. 

Whitey and Louise begin to follow a path over the hill and once again you trail along after them, being wary not to get caught. They stop abruptly at a river bank and Whitey is pushed in by the girl. He pulls her in after him and you can’t help but chuckle, knowing how Whitey would react. You were starting to enjoy the display, you hardly ever got to see Whitey drenched and you couldn’t help but get aroused. Until... Your heart clenches at the sight of Louise pressing her lips against Whitey’s. Unable to watch what was about to unfold in front of you, you ride back towards La’Belle, your mind in a complete haze the whole ride home. 

You begin packing away your things, no longer able to hold back the tears threatening to escape, they begin to flow down your cheeks. At each passing thought the tears became worse, more frantic. You turn around abruptly at the sound of the door latch. The sight of Whitey’s cheating face instantly enrages you and you throw your engagement ring at him, before slapping him around the face. You begin thumping your fists against his chest and he takes a firm hold of your wrists, pushing you against the wall to stop you from hitting him. “Y/N! What are you doing?! What’s wrong with you darlin’?!” You could see the fake concern for you plastered over his face. 

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? You cheating bastard!” A confused look takes place on his face, before it shifts to one of realisation and understanding. “Y/N what you saw today, or what you think you saw, it wasn’t like that! Louise was just...” 

“Louise was just what huh? fulfilling your needs?” You spit at him, trying unsuccessfully to wriggle out of his hold. He forces you to look him straight in the eyes “Do you really think i’d ever cheat on the only woman I've ever loved?” You loosen up at his words, deep down you knew he wouldn’t intentionally hurt you, but you couldn’t deny what you saw. 

“Then what were you doing there in the first place?” you whisper, praying that he hadn’t actually cheated on you. He looks around defeated, exhaling a deep sigh “It was meant to be a surprise for our wedding day, but I've been learning to play the violin.” He looks into your eyes and shrugs his shoulders “I know how much you love music and I wanted to do something special for you, because i just love you so much” A range of emotions brush over you, from relief, to gratefulness and then pure happiness. Whitey continues to try and explain what happened “Louise forced herself onto me, i never...” You jump into his arms, placing your lips on his, no longer needing to hear what had happened, as you already knew the truth within your heart. Whitey smiles at your reaction “does this mean I’m forgiven?”