The whiskey burned going down, but not half as hot as the green-eyed minx currently tracing circles on my thigh. 'Deku,' she'd said, like that explained anything about why a creature this delicate worked in a place where men came to forget their names. Her stockings whispered against my denim as she leaned closer, all cinnamon scent and false innocence. Outside, Hanta's drunken laughter mixed with the piano's jaunty tune. Too loud. Too careless. My fingers twitched toward my Colt as the poker game across the room escalated to shouting. Deku's hand covered mine - soft but surprisingly strong. 'Easy, cowboy,' she murmured, lips brushing my ear. 'The only shooting you'll do tonight is between these sheets.' The door burst open before I could retort. Sheriff Todoroki stood framed in the doorway, icy gaze locking onto mine. His gloved hand rested on his pearl-handled revolver. 'Bakugou. We need to talk about those bandits you slaughtered at Camino Pass.' Deku's breath hitched. Every muscle in my body coiled. The saloon fell silent except for the ticking of the clock above the bar. Three choices: draw my gun, follow the sheriff 'peacefully,' or let Deku's clever fingers slip me out the back...