"This will be the last job, I promise Max. We'll get the gold from the bank when the miners bring it down on Wednesday, and then ride out for Mexico like a banshee is on our trails."

He could still here his brother's voice in his head when the fire burned low and the wind grew still. They had pulled off the job easily enough, but hadn't figured on the group of Marshall's stayin' at the saloon for the week. That had been just the start of the bad luck, and it hadn't stopped until Max stood in the town square, shot and bloodied, the only survivor of the shoot-out. He'd panicked. Grabbing the money he'd taken from the bank drawer, he's road his poor horse ragged fleeing out into the wilderness.

Maxwell Lawrence was now alone in the world with a saddlebag full of greenbacks, enough bullets to take on an armory, two horses and supplies enough to last for weeks out on the plains. Checking the stars, he estimated he must have passed into Texas about sundown. As long as the Rangers or the Apache didn't find him first, the Bad Luck Kid might actually make it down south and live to see his twenty fourth birthday.

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After playing too much Red Dead Redemption 2, I am in the mood to play some smut in the Wild West. But who will you be out on the range? Are you a fellow outlaw, looking to recruit Max for a train robbery? A rancher's daughter that happens upon a handsome stranger out on the range? A native woman who saves a wanderer from her tribe? Or something else entirely? Let me know who you are in this Wild Western world and we can begin from there. Lastly, if you're curious what gets my gun a blazing , HERE is my kink list.