I want to be your woman.
The words reverberated in Reno’s head over and over again as the morning sun warmed his back. Shots rang out one after the other as he practiced drawing his six gun and shooting tin cans off a fallen log. The cans flew right and left as the whizzing bullets hit them. His arm was stiff so he worked it, trying to limber it up. He felt like an amateur as he continued to curl his finger around the trigger and squeeze. Since he’d taken a bullet in the shoulder his aim was off a little, but he knew all he needed was a little target practice.
I want to be your woman.
While he stopped to re-load, the words still played along the edges of his mind, refusing to give him any peace. Sure, he’d wanted her, so he took her. Reno always took what he wanted, but he never dreamed
