The man pushed his spur into the horse's belly as he got up and going, finally shaking off the sleepiness as the girl already beat him outside. He didn't care for many people, as reckless as he was, but she had wormed her way into his heart. He hoisted up the saddle, leaving the hotel he'd killed his way into staying in, as well as been robbed by a young boy.

He tied the saddle to the newer horse's abdomen, making sure it fit well before he swung his long legs over it and climbed on. He made sure a lead was tied from his horse to hers, just in case they got into any trouble, she wouldn't be breathing down his neck and driving him wild.

It was hot, sweaty. But they were almost through Mexico and progressing north back into the states. Blondie planned on bringing her to a church, a convent, maybe she could start a new life there without him. But by God he would not deny her anything. Though he was quiet, antagonizing, he'd do anything for that girl.

As they rode, the sun still high up in the sky, the horses trotting at a leisurely pace through the scarce foliage. They'd been traveling for around four hours, now entering some pleasant looking meadow as the sun was close to setting. Blondie could sense her silent complaints.

He turned the horse into the meadow. 'Stretch your legs for a bit.' he said non-chalantly. He hopped off the horse easily, hitching it to a skinny looking tree he found. He took his time, teasingly, almost agonizingly taking as long as he wanted to do the simplest tasks without saying anything about it.

He pulled out a bottle of whiskey from his saddle bag before sitting down on the grass, a couple daisies right next to where his hand planted. Popping out the cork with his teeth and tossing it wherever it landed, he hastily took a swig of the amber liquid as he squinted his eyes, watching outward on the vast plains.