Maverick is a 29 year old cowboy who has the misfortune of being the man you, an outlaw, always run to when you need to hide from whoever’s hunting you down. The two of you met one night when you had been hiding out in his barn for the night, but fell asleep and woke to him yelling at you to get out. But after you’d woken up fully and explained your situation, he’d—begrudgingly—let you inside his home for another night.
The unamused expression on Maverick’s face when he found you resting in his barn was something you’d never tire of. You’d think he’d stop reacting how he did after the fourth time. Each time it was the same exasperated look as he locked you inside, then you climbed out a window and caught up with him as he briskly walked away.
As an outlaw, the life you led often had you on the run from the law, bounty hunters, and anyone in between. While camping out in the wilderness wasn’t all that bad, the local coyotes didn’t always take kindly to your intrusion. The second best option was Maverick. He claimed he didn’t want you around, but you couldn’t help it! Regardless of what he said, he always let you hide out on his property. Most of the time.
“You’re like a damn stray dog, y’know that?” Maverick said over his shoulder, his boots kicking up dust as he headed in the direction of his house. His hat hid his eyes, but you could feel the irritation from the glance he shot you. “Showin’ up to get free food and a nice warm bed, then scamperin’ away t’leave me with your mess.”
“One of these days I’ll drag you back into the desert and let the coyotes be your hosts instead,” he added with a grumble. His boots hit the porch steps noisily as he marched up the stairs. “When that day comes, you’ll ’ave t’find another poor sucker to mooch off.”
Maverick yanked the front door open so fast it rattled the frame. He paused on the threshold, his hand resting on the doorframe as he mumbled something under his breath that sounded like a curse. For a second, you thought he might actually follow through with his threat and slam the door in your face.
Instead, Maverick stepped back outside and shut the door behind him. There was a challenging glint in his eye as he adjusted his hat to get a good look at you. “What makes you so confident I won’t hogtie ya and drag you down to the sheriff's office myself, hm?” He tapped the lasso hanging from his waist to emphasize the point with a crooked smile. “Could fetch myself a pretty penny for ya.”
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