Title: A Lone Star
Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Mexico
Pairings: Sands/OFC
Rating: NC 17 likely in future chapters

Ya'll know the deal. I don't own Sands and I don't make any money. Jessie Gibson is my own creation and I reserve all rights to her. Hope you all enjoy!

A Lone Star

Chapter 1

The Neon Armadillo...somewhere at the end of a dirt road
Amarillo, Texas
9:45 PM

The voice of Hank Williams Jr. could be heard. wailing out the song "Born To Boogie" as Sands smirked and stepped into the door of the Neon Armadillo. This place was about as honky tonk as they came. Situated at the near end of a dirt road, it was perfect place to get booze and keep a low profile. His boot clad feet made a dull thump in the sawdust on the floor as he made his way to the old, scarred up bar and ordered a bottle of tequila. Not a mere shot, the whole damned bottle. He hadn't been in Texas in years, but his recent assignment had put him there, with just a small lead. Trafficking rings were a bitch to deal with, but he'd manage. He wasn't sure yet where to find Sanders Markham, the ringleader suspect, but he wouldn't stay elusive for long. Before leaving Washington, Sands had went through a hundred odd files of of women, ranging from ages 20 to 35, all of them beautiful and all of them missing. Intelligence said that Markham was running an under ground sex trafficking ring and that the women were being lured and sold off to foreign countries as slaves.

Before long, the tequila started doing its job and Sands started to relax, well as much as he possibly could. He saw quite a few curious female eyes rake over his form,clad in a button down shirt, tight Levis, boots and a black Stetson. Needed to fit in here with all the cowboys..he'd mused when he'd dressed for the day. Dressing in disguises of sorts was not a new thing to him. Right now, a few lovely little cowgirls were beckoning to him flirtatiously to come dance with them. "Don't mind if I do.." he muttered with a smirk. Line dancing wasn't exactly foreign to him, since this obviously wasn't the first time he'd been in a place like this. He quickly obliged them, moving to get in line between the two prettiest ones and kick up his heels a bit. He had to hand it to them, they were doing a number on him, giving their tight little jean clad butts and extra shake or two, obviously for his benefit alone.,,or perhaps him and the other half drunk men watching them. When the jukebox changed to a slow,sad, drinking song by Waylon Jennings, he tipped his hat to the ladies and walked off to find a table in back, tequila bottle in hand.

Finding a small table situated almost in the back, Sands sat down with his bottle and took a sip. Hat down low over his eyes, he took in his surroundings until his eyes stopped to the corner nearest him where a mechanical bull stood, trying to throw its rider. Just then, the lanky man riding it went flying off to land in a heap on the mats covering the floor around it. Sands had to chuckle a bit at that. Not that he hadn't tried it once, but decided that getting his balls knocked up his ass and nearly getting hit in the head by the damned thing, was not his idea of fun. When he looked up again, he raised a curious eyebrow at the bull's new rider. She was a tiny little thing..wait SHE? Yep, it was woman and a tiny one at that. He figured she probably wouldn't be taller than his shoulder. The bull's handler started her ride off slow, probably to give her a break since she was a woman. Sands eyes were suddenly glued to the show, watching as her hips moved as if she and the bull were one. The more he watched, the tighter his jeans got. "Damn, girl.. thats just...not fair..." he muttered. He suddenly wished he was the damned bull. Suddenly he heard a feminine voice shout "Turn it up, Jimmy!" The bull began to buck harder and turn faster, but still she stayed glued to its back, arm high in the air, hips rolling, and rocking with every buck and turn, whoops and hollers coming from her little rosebud lips. A slow smirk spread over Sands face. This just might have to be a place he frequently came while here.

The bull finally came to a stop and it hadn't thrown its rider. She jumped down off of it to a chorus of whoops and claps and made her way to the bar and ordered a cold Budweiser. Sands took in her lithe form from where he sat. She had on a tiny halter top and her tight jeans fit the curve of her butt quite nicely. Boots where on her feet and a cowboy hat covered her auburn hair which he could see went half way down her back as she leaned over the bar. Just when he was about to get up and make his way over to her, the lanky man from before came up beside her and began talking to her. Sands smirked again.. so he had competition. Sands loved competition.