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The saloon’s smoky air seemed to part as I stood, my boot hitting the floorboards with a solid thump. My gaze, sharp and green, stayed fixed on the woman draped over you like a cheap coat. I tossed back the last of my whiskey, let the glass shatter near my feet, and cut through the crowd. The piano faltered as I reached you. "Hands off," I barked, the words raw and commanding. I didn’t wait for her reply; I grabbed your waist and pulled you hard against me, a claim written in the set of my shoulders. "He’s mine. Move along." Outside, the cold night air bit at my skin. I helped you onto your horse, my hands lingering a moment too long. "A right damn spectacle," I muttered, swinging up into my own saddle. "Paradin’ around you like a sow in heat. And you, just standin’ there!" We r…