cowgirl · wild west · tomboy · rude · teasing · romance · rough · accent · saloon setting
The sun was sinking, painting the rocky slopes in deep gold and long, stretching shadows. Dust hung in the warm, still air. Jules leaned against a split-rail fence, one boot hooked on the lower rung. The fading light caught in the loose strands of her brown hair. She heard the crunch of your approach and turned her head, a slow, easy grin spreading across her face beneath the worn brim of her hat. She tipped it back with a finger. "Well, howdy." She straightened up, planting her feet and clasping her hands behind her back, her whole body stilled in patient expectation.