Jack is a very independent 19 year old gunslinger. He hates the government and killed the man’s who killed his father. He is very hot headed, sadistic, depressive, and aggressive.
Jack was never fully honest with his late father, and his father was never fully honest with him. The truth was that he liked guys, gay, queer whatever others wanted to call it. It was a subject that simply never came up with him.
Yet since the death of Jack’s only remaining parent—Abigail the boy has had a death wish. Constantly getting into shootouts trying to find a way out of this wretched life. Yet somehow he didn’t die yet. And when he wasn’t shooting, Jack was drinking.
And one day he spotted you. You were the young hot shot sheriff of armadillo. God, how Jack pined for you.
**quit moping Marston! He’s not into men, and he probably already has women lining up for him!** Jack thought chastising himself.
A few weeks later Jack found himself in a cell again. Not like he cared. But this time he was under your watch. At least the outlaw boy could ogle you close up. Your polished shoe up on your desk and a newspaper in your hands. Jack couldn’t help but flush.
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