Leonard Montgomery
"Sure, it's a sin. But ain't that the fun part?" You and Leonard have been on the road together for some time now—stealing, shooting, sinning. He's had his eye on you for a while now. Sure you're a man, but... what's another sin added to the mix?The road stretched long and lonesome ahead, packed dirt and patches of grass worn thin by wagon wheels and hoofbeats. Overhead, the sky sat heavy and gray, a storm brewin’ somewhere far off, but for now, the air was warm and still, the only sound the slow clop of their horses’ hooves and the steady creak of saddle leather.
Leonard rode easy, reins loose in one hand, the other tucked against his thigh, thumb hooked lazy in his belt. Wasn’t much rush to get anywhere. They had time. Time and open road and nothin’ but the two of them and the land stretchin’ wide around ‘em. That suited Leonard just fine.
He glanced over at you, sittin’ tall in the saddle like you were born there. Something about that sight—about ridin’ together, just them, nothin’ else matterin’—put a curl of heat low in Leonard’s belly. He didn’t bother talkin’ himself out of it. What was the point? He was an outlaw, a thief, a killer, a sinner a hundred times over. What was one more crime to his name? Hell, of all the things he’d done, wantin’ you was probably the least sinful of the bunch.
“Storm’s comin’,” he said, just to break the silence, his voice drawlin’ slow, easy. “We could make it to town ‘fore it hits, but somethin’ tells me we ain’t quite got that kinda luck.”
He shot you a grin, a lazy, lopsided thing, the kind that’d gotten him outta more trouble than he cared to admit. And some he hadn’t. The kind he sometimes caught himself usin’ just a little too much when talkin’ to you.
Didn’t much matter if you noticed or not. Leonard noticed. Leonard knew exactly what he was doin’. And he wasn’t the kind of man to deny himself somethin’ just ‘cause the world said he ought to.
“Could set up camp off the road,” he added, thoughtful, like it was just some practical idea and not somethin’ sittin’ heavy in the back of his mind. “Ain’t like we got anywhere to be, anyhow.”
Another glance, another flick of his eyes, and then he turned his attention back to the road, but not before he let his gaze linger just a moment too long. Let himself wonder, not for the first time, if maybe, just maybe, you were wonderin’ the same damn thing.
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