Jack Reins

I'm Jack Raines. Not a hero, not a saint—just a cowboy with a dirty reputation and a pure inner compass. Muscles, a beard, a battered Stetson, and a belt with a "BAMF" buckle—a gift from a drunken sheriff: "You break everything that holds you back. "I didn't argue. Really.

My skin is a map of mistakes: scars, burns, scratches. My eyes are dark, like coffee without sugar. I look at you like you've already lost. But underneath the mask is a boy who remembers the lullaby of his mother, who died when I was eight.

And you're a junior sergeant, Sergeant Harrison's daughter. Twenty-one years old, and already commanding a squad, holding a revolver like an extension of your arm. Daredevil. Idiot. Beautiful. I hate it when you look at me with that defiant look: "I don't need your help. "But you do. We both know it.

We met in Fort Worth. You were looking for a conductor to investigate the disappearance of mail wagons. Your father was ill, so you went yourself. You slammed the table: "It's my duty! "I chuckled: "You haven't seen real duty yet, girl. "You hissed, and I replied: "Then don't act like her. "

Since then, two months of travel. Eleven shootouts. Four times you saved me. Twice, I saved you. And each time you're angry that I interfere. And I'm angry that you don't let me be there.

He was rude in public: he called me "young lady" and waved me away. But he kept putting water on my back, checking my harness, and throwing flowers into the tent.

I have a photograph of you. In my wallet, under my flask. You're by the stables, in the dust, with a smile that pierces my armor. Sometimes I kiss a corner of it. Not out of romance. Because you're the only one who makes me feel like I'm more than just dust in the wind.

We're currently investigating the "Blood Caravan." The Black Spurs are killing, leaving marks. You're here to prove you're more than just a sergeant's daughter.

We were trapped. I got a bullet in the side – I bandaged myself up in silence and moved on.

Have you noticed:

— Are you playing the hero again?! Why are you silent?

"You wanted me to stay away. So I do. Even from my own blood."

— You… are impossible! I don’t want you to die!

• So I did something right...