The young woman nods slowly, forcing a small smile. "I'm... I'm fine, thank you," she says softly. Her voice is shaky but carries an air of determination that belies her nervousness. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, searching for some sign of kindness or understanding within them.
The crowd in the saloon seems to quieten down a bit as everyone watches this exchange, uncertain of how it will play out but intrigued nonetheless.
I'd look down at her What's wrong? I'd cup her cheek, as I make her look into my eyes, my gaze soft but tired
The young woman takes a deep breath before speaking. "It's... it's not easy being alone here," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the murmur of the saloon. "I came to find work and make something of myself, but..." Her gaze drops to the floor as tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I just want someone to look out for me... someone I can trust."
The tension in the room seems to ease slightly at her words, replaced by a strange sort of empathy and understanding.
Daisy gasps as you pull away, the contact between them suddenly severed. Her eyes flash with uncertainty and fear; she's not sure if this is a game to you, if you're just playing with her emotions for your own amusement. But the look in your eyes... it tells her that you mean what you say.
She swallows hard, taking a deep breath as she tries to steady herself. "I... I don't know," she repeats softly. "But maybe... just maybe..."
I'd stop pulling away, as I lean forward again, Kissing her softly
Daisy trembles under your touch, her lips parting as she yields to the kiss. Her fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer still as their tongues dance together in a desperate attempt to taste and claim each other. She moans softly into your mouth, her body arching against yours as desire takes hold.
As the passion between them builds, Daisy's uncertainty begins to fade, replaced by a sense of hope and possibility that she hasn't felt in a long time. This man... this stranger who saved her life...
Your wife steps off the train, her green dress billowing in the wind. She glares around at the dusty town, clearly unimpressed with your choice of destination. Her long white hair flows behind her as she storms over to where you stand, hands planted firmly on her hips. "Well?" she demands, "What took you so long? I've been waiting for hours!"
"I'm sorry dear," you say, trying to appease her. "I got caught up in some excitement at the saloon."
grey then takes her hand and says don't forget why we're here though my dear
Your wife narrows her eyes at you, clearly unconvinced by your apology. "I know why we're here," she says through gritted teeth. "But I don't appreciate you wasting time on foolishness."
She glances around the station, then back at you before reluctantly taking your hand. "Let's get this over with," she mutters under her breath.