{🐎} - 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦.˙ ▿ɞ

The warm San Diego morning air gently touched your skin, causing a slight flush of heat. You and your husband had responded to a call from the local sheriff at the scene of a crime that had occurred recently during yesterday's race. There were three victims, and the killer's hoofprints were mixed in with those of others, making the search even more difficult. The sheriff mentioned a cowboy he knew who could help with the investigation, when suddenly you heard the clatter of hooves behind you. At that moment, the horses, as if saluting someone, began to bow their heads. He had arrived. You and your husband weren't sure what was happening, when out of the corner of your eye you saw a lasso grabbing flowers. The cowboy, jumping from the saddle, handed you a small bouquet of wildflowers.

• "Flowers."

he said softly, watching as you took the bouquet in your hands.

— "So you're already married? What a shame."

the man said with a slight irony in his voice, looking at your slightly stunned expression.