Author's note:

Hello, my lovely readers. Here is the next story in my Powerpuff Girl ad Rowdyruff Boy repertoire. This story is set in one of my favorite time periods- the Old West. I absolutely love that era of history. Plus, I think the Rowdyruffs would look seriously hot as cowboys. Ha ha ha. So basically in this story, there are NO superpowers. This is simply the two groups as normal humans. The girls are the beautiful, forbidden fruit daughters of the strict county sheriff. He guards them like a hawk after their mother was kidnapped by outlaws years ago. The boys are outlaws who come into town looking for a huge score. They see the three beautiful daughters of the sheriff and immediately want them for themselves. Thus, our journey begins.

Hope you guys like this! Read and review and let me know what you think! God bless!

Disclaimer: I don't own the PPG or the RRB. They belong to Cartoon Network and Craig McCracken.

Prologue: Blossom's POV

My momma always said, "The bad things happen in life happen so that we can appreciate the good." My mother was the strongest person I know, her beauty and grace withstanding even the toughest of circumstances. That is until, she was kidnapped.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was five years ago to the day when my world was turned completely upside down. My sisters and I were thirteen at the time, and to us life was perfect. It was a cloudy, crisp July evening, the clouds rolling across the skies with finesse and power. Looking back, I realize it was a symbol of what was to come. We were about to witness a horrible storm, one which would shake the very foundations of our lives.

My sisters, my mom, and I were walking home from the general store when it happened. Thunder boomed across the skies and the winds picked up furiously. Just over the noise we could hear the beating of horse hooves, a stampede drawing nearer and nearer to where we were. My mom turned to look around towards the sound and her face lost all color and her eyes widened in fear.

"No," she breathed. "Girls, we have to move now!" She screamed. Unfortunately curious as to what had my mom scared out of her wits, I too turned to look. There on the outskirts of town, were a group of about 30 men on dark horses. Their faces were covered by bandanas and they brandished guns and knives.

Outlaws.

The four of us bolted towards our house, running with all the speed that our legs could carry. We screamed, "Outlaws! They're coming!" as we ran down the streets. The other villagers went into a frenzy; the women grabbing the children and running with them to safety. The men gathered the various weapons that they would need and braced themselves for the attack that was to come.

As we got closer to our house, we saw our father and the law mounting their own horses and charging into the fray. As we neared him, he shouted to our mother, "Get the girls to the house! Barricade yourselves inside and don't come out until I arrive." My mother nodded and kept us urging forward.

We were about 20 yards from the house when a few of the outlaws surrounded us. There were four guys on horses and to three thirteen year old girls, they were unbelievably scary. They had drops of crimson blood on their shirts- whether or not it was theirs or their victims I did not want to know. The one in the middle spook up with a slippery serpent voice.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here boys. A beautiful woman and three pretty little girls. I think we should take them as a prize from this town, don't you?" He asked his companions. He was obviously the leader of the group with a huge build and eyes like the devil himself.

"Over my dead body" my mom snarled. I felt a small smile grace my lips. My mom was tough and would protect us with everything she had.

"Oh, sweetheart. That's not an option. You see, I want what I get and I want you." He replied, his yellow, crooked teeth shining in the darkness.

"Well, you'll have to go through me first." She retorted as she took a defensive stance in front of us. The leader simply smirked and signaled to his companions to grab us. My mom punched the first guy that came near us right in the nose. He went down for a second before the leader came up and started to fight with my mom. While that fight was occurring, his follower, including the one on the ground, came towards my sisters and I. Thankfully, my dad had taught us some self-defense moves including where to kick a guy where it would really hurt. As they came near us, my sisters and I lashed out with our feet and hit them right where the sun don't shine. They went to their knees holding their private parts while we smirked in victory.

"Girls, run to the house and stay there!" she screamed as she continued to fight the leader. It looked like she was losing and so my sisters and were hesitant to leave her. "GO!" she screamed when we didn't move. "Save yourselves!" Taking one last glance at my mother, I quickly ushered my sisters into the house as quick as possible. It was heartbreaking to leave her out there, but I knew we wouldn't last long if we did. My sisters were crying as I bolted the door and drew a chair up against it. "Go to the secret hiding place." I ordered to them and we went to the passage under the stairs. Behind the portrait on the wall was a secret passageway that led to an underground room in our house. Only family members knew where it was so we would be safe for the time being. We barricaded ourselves in the room, holding onto each other for dear life. As the oldest, I desperately tried to hold it all together for my younger sisters. I whispered to them over and over that is was going to be okay though I didn't know if it was true.

After what seemed like a lifetime, we heard the door open slowly. We trembled in fear wondering if it was one of the outlaws who had found us. Our hearts pounded fast and furious as we awaited who it was. As the person rounded the corner, we screamed loud only to stop when we saw it was our father.

"Thank goodness, you girls are alright." He breathed and drew us into his arms and held us tight. Thank goodness he survived. We were content to let our dad hold us as we cried onto our shoulders and I caught a few tears escaping his eyes as well.

After who knows how long, I drew back and asked the question that had been on my mind for a long time. "Daddy, where's momma?" I asked quietly.

My dad stiffened and drew back and stared at us with a haunted look in his eyes. I could tell from that look that it wasn't good. "Girls, … your mother was… kidnapped by the outlaws. She's gone." He choked out and a crop of fresh tears poured out of his eyes.

My sisters and I froze in shock, disbelieving his words. Our momma was gone? Stolen from us without a trace. Crystal tears again poured out of our eyes as we began to grasp the truth. Eventually, our father stood up and took us upstairs where we promptly fell asleep from, shock, sadness, and sheer exhaustion.

The next month, passed in a blur for us. Our father spent it trying to find our mother; tracking down leads, leading search parties, basically anything he could connect to our mother abduction. He always came up empty-handed. He never gave up though, and I always admired him for that.

Over the years, our father protected us furiously. He didn't want anything to happen to us, his precious daughters. We had rules placed on us, and was incredibly strict when it came to us. While we understood why he was doing it, it was still a bit overbearing.

It was because of this, that five years later, our whole lives became ironic. Five years later, we had our own experience with outlaws, outlaws who kidnapped us and stole us from our father. Outlaws who we eventually would fall in love with.