I felt I had to put this in so as to avoid people who skip stories completely due to OC's being present (Something I do myself) I only ask you give this short chapter a go and my character.

Eventual Henry Standingbear/OFC

I always feel like OFC = Own Fucking Character. And in a way I feel it fits my character she's so flipping badass and strong, I know it gets annoying when writers but themselves or their desired selves in a story and I assure you this is not the case, she's completely herself and kinda intimidating to write if im honest, I've never written someone like her before.

I felt I had to put this in here so as to avoid people who skip stories completely due to OC's being present (Something I do myself) I only ask you give this short chapter a go and my character. Eventual Henry Standing Bear/OFC but I'm 90% certain there will be no smut (sorry guys ;)

I always feel like OFC = Own Fucking Character. And in a way I feel it fits my character she's so flipping badass and strong, I know it gets annoying when writers but themselves or their desired selves in a story and I assure you this is not the case, she's completely herself and kinda intimidating to write if I'm honest, I've never written someone like her before.

Friday nights, as usual, were busy at the Red Pony. Half his weekday regulars had cleared off as the usual Friday crowd assembled. Henry was mildly surprised that the bar was filling up after his brief but painful stint in prison. But people were creatures of habit and it would take more than a murder accusation of the owner of their local bar to put them off their drink and if anything it gave them something to chat about. A bunch of wild young boys entered the bar, yelling and probably already drunk by the sound of it. Henry eyed them as they picked up pool cues and started to play. He absent mindedley asked the customer in front of him "What would you like?"

The teens jostled each other, swearing loudly another patriot asked them to mind their language and they slurred an apology. It looked as though they weren't going to cause too much of a stir.

He glanced up and looked at the girl sitting in front of him properly, she was white one of those faces that could be late teens or mid twenties but what was most striking about her was not how thin she was or the bruise on her cheek but her expression of pure terror, her hands, clasped in her lap shook. That got his attention "Can I help you?" He frowned. Her eyes went up to meet his, horrifically large, beyond terrified.

"Are you alright? Can I help you with anything?"

She nodded. "I-I'd like the police."

He frowned but nodded "What shall I say?"

"That…that I need help."

Henry walked over to the phone and dialled the stations number.

"Hello, sheriff's office." Ruby's voice

"Is Walt there?"

"Henry how are you doing? I haven't seen him in a while so he should be back soon. What's the matter?"

"There is a young woman at the Red Pony who is in need of some help." He glanced back at the girl. She was staring at him, he half smiled to show her it would be ok.

"Do you need an ambulance?"

"No, I think she has run away from someone, she has a bruise on her cheek and is appears to be terrified."

"I think this is him coming in now." Henry listened as Ruby relayed the information. Then Walt's voice came clear over the phone.

"Tell Henry we'll be there soon."

"Walt and Deputy Moretti will be with you very soon."

"Thank you, Ruby."

"Anytime."

He went back "The Sheriff's on his way now."

She swallowed and tugged the sleeves of the large men's jacket that she wore.

"can I get you anything while you wait."

She shook her head "no money."

"On the house."

"A glass of water. Thanks"

Henry watched as she gulped the water down in a few seconds.

"I'll get you another glass."

"Thanks." She said, wiping her face with the back of her hand.