I wrote this fanfiction because I love westerns. I felt I could do it pretty well, but then again that is only my thoughts. I might not get to update it as much as I would my other stories, because they are my main priority. Anyways, here is the story.

Chapter 1 of Stranger of the West

BPOV Year 1865

"Another whisky, doll." Said another man.

"Sure thing, Ted." I said. I rushed over to the bar, grabbing a glass and a bottle of whisky. All the men are here tonight, playing cards and drinking. Lauren and Jessica are also here offering 'entertainment'.

Across the room, I can feel Jacob's intense stare on my back.

Jacob Black works on my family's farm. I think he has for fourteen years. He's 23 now, and is looking at me as his future wife. He is also from an Indian tribe, but he doesn't tell anyone that.

I'm 21, and the only daughter of the sheriff in the small little town in Texas. I work the saloon with my best friend Alice.

My father, Charlie, has been the sheriff for 26 years. He is always saying he's getting old and looking for a replacement.

"Bella, can I get a refill" I heard that sleazy bastard, Mike Newton call. He also is looking at me for as a wife. Along with every other female in town I thought

"Alice can you take care of him? Please?" I pleaded with my friend.

"No, I'm busy over here." She said with an apologetic smile.

She is over manning the men at the bar, while I go around to all the tables.

I get Mike's refill, and walked over to his table, and I place it angrily on his table and walk away. But not before I feel his hand pitch my butt first.

I turned around, smiled, then stomped on his foot.

Asshole! I screamed in my head.

Jessica saw this and went over to 'cheer' him up.

The night continued on like that until 11:00p.m and Alice ushered everyone out.

"You can go off to bed Alice, I'll clean up."

"You sure, Bella? I can help?"

"No, go off to bed."

"Fine, see you in the morning. Night Bella."

"Good night Alice."

She headed up stairs. I grabbed a rag to start wiping off the tables. It has been a long, tiring day. I started to hum the song that my mom used to sing to me. But as I continued, I started to sing the words.

EPOV

After riding for 3 days I see this small town. It is too dark to see the name on the sign, but I still ride in.

I stopped at the only place with lights still on inside. I dismounted and tied up on of my horse, Rocky. He's a Palomino, a real beauty.

I looked up to read the word 'Saloon' in old chipped paint.

There is a sweet, musical sound coming from inside. It sounds like an angel has come to sing a soft, song, with no one to hear it. It is a woman's voice though.

I walked quietly on to the deck, as to not alert the angel with my presence. I fixed my gun holster and straightened my hat. I prepared to dazzle yet another woman.

But what I saw when I walked through the swinging doors took my breath away.