Beehaw, motherfuckers.

"You're an outlaw. A fugitive. A troublemaker." Blake felt her heart thundering in her chest, her hand aching to put down her gun. Despite the cold air, she never felt the need to shiver, and despite how unreasonable it was, she knew it had to do with the girl standing in front of her, looking at her like how one would look at diamonds and golds and other treasures. Blake looked into those lilac eyes and faked her hatred and disgust "Tell me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right here and now?"

Yang Xiao Long was her name. And that name was commonly associated with trouble, trouble, and even more trouble. Most talked ill of her, and others talked about her ethereal beauty - something that she used to brush off until she had the pleasure of seeing that ethereal beauty herself.

So, of course, when this girl entered the peaceful town of Vale with no care and a disarming smile and charm, she must take matters into her own hands before this trouble could bring even more trouble.

But she couldn't do what must be done...

"Because you love me."

Because Blake, the one who was supposed to put her behind bars, was hopelessly in love with her.

She had fallen deeply in love with this golden woman, and she didn't know why it happened and how to make it stop. And she didn't want it to stop too. And Yang knew this. Why else would she be giving that annoyingly beautiful smirk?

The worst part was that Yang seemed to be returning that dangerous feeling.

"C'mon," Yang chuckled, twirling her loaded gun around like a toy. "It's not like I've done anything wrong."

"You've stolen and kidnapped and killed."

Lilac shifted to red. "That last part is a lie," she snarled, not unlike a beast. Blake believed her. Yang Xiao Long was many things, a woman who would hurt for the sake of hurting was not one of them, much less kill.

"Either way, I don't want you here."

"Aww, but everyone likes me here."

Blake raised a black eyebrow. "Weiss doesn't like you."

"Weiss doesn't like anyone."

That black eyebrow flattened.

Yang chuckled, leaning against the wooden wall. Her hair shone brilliantly in the dark sky. And her eyes were as vibrant as they were in the daytime.

Anyone who wouldn't call her beautiful would be a fool.

"Plus, I've been here for a month-"

"Causing trouble."

"-and I wanna stay here a little longer." Blake stared at her, unimpressed. After a couple of seconds, Yang's mask of calm broke and she combed her fingers into a lock of yellow hair, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Okay, more than a little longer."

"You're trouble," she seethed, finally willing enough bravery to point the barrel of her gun right on her devilishly gorgeous face. "I end trouble."

The outlaw stared, her purple eyes dancing in an emotion the sheriff couldn't deduct.

Yang crossed their distance, stopping when she was an inch away from touching the round metal of her trusted weapon.

"But I'm your trouble."

Yang's hand twitched and Blake's breath hitched. Her teeth gritted and a part of her kept telling herself to pull the trigger or to give this woman - this criminal - the pain she deserved, or to do something, say something, anything.

But Blake stayed frozen even as Yang lowered her gun with an easy-going smile more fitted for a normal girl than a wanted criminal known across all of Remnant.

"Everyone here knows I'm yours, Sheriff." Yang's voice was breathy and husky and made Blake weak in the knees.

Suddenly the prospect of the two of them being alone in this abandoned building excited her, dangerously so.

Yang took Blake's outstretched, empty hand with her own, bringing it close to her.

"What are you doing?" Blake said, cursing herself for the tremble in her voice. A tremble that Yang noticed. A tremble that made Yang smile the kind of smile that promised too much of everything.

"What I've been wanting to do since I first laid eyes on you."

Yang bent down, never looking away from her as she placed the gentlest kiss on her hand. And Blake couldn't breathe, never looking away from her because she was hypnotized by those eyes.

Blake had never been treated with such care. As soon as those soft lips left contact with her hand, Blake's chest ached in protest.

Yang released her grip, yet their eyes lingered in each other's as though at looking anywhere else would cause them suffering.

"If you stay here, then I'll have to put you behind bars."

"Oh, but I doubt that." Yang readjusted her jacket a particularly harsh wind untidied it, and Blake's heart stirred and pumped erratically at the sense of wildness Yang's messy mane gave her. "I've lived here for a month. You could've captured me at any time. You still can."

"I'm doing it now," she tried.

"But you're not." Yang's grin was too bright in all of this darkness. "You're pretending to play your role, but we both know I've done more harm than good here. I don't know why you're even doing this."

Because Blake needed an excuse to see her, to hear her voice, to smell that sunshine smell, and maybe to feel that soft skin.

"Because you need to be stopped."

Yang smiled a smile too kind for any person with ill-intent. "Go ahead, then. Stop me. I won't stop you." Her own words made her chuckle, and she turned to give Blake her back and the gorgeous flow of golden hair in all of its glory. "I love you too much for that."

One moment, Blake was warm, and the next, the cold air hit her relentlessly, making her shudder.

Blake looked up to the sky, sighing a cloud of air, wondering what she was doing, and when she was ever going to stop being in love with the dragon.

UPDATED AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey, umm, you guys are probably gonna laugh at this.

So… I dislike cowboy-esque stories. I've never been interested in them, and I've no idea why. When I first wrote this story, I thought I could pull it off, writing a "cowboy" story, you know. But…

Yeah, the story sucks. I mean, there's no real story, to begin with. I just have Yang and Blake meet, and even then, it's not that good of a meeting, in my opinion. I didn't really think much of anything when I first started to write this story, and I don't have much knowledge about the ol' western days (I'm a tropical gal, for dog's sake), so I just feel awkward writing everything.

I already have 2 chapters written, and I do plan on uploading them. But after that, no more. It will end on a cliffhanger, and I apologize for that, but like… the cliffhanger isn't even that good, so you shouldn't feel cheated at all.

I wasn't in the best state of mind when I wrote this story. Like, I was really, really, really in a f-ed up situation, and I still kind of am, really. Everything's... sensitive. I'm not saying this so you can pity me, I'm saying this so you'll understand why I'd like to cancel this story.

If any of you would like to take this idea, maybe want to continue it in your own version, then just do it. I don't mind, really. Just PM me and we can chat it all up, it'll be fun :3

I apologize for not continuing this story. I don't want to force myself, especially with my situation being sensitive as it is now. I just… I just can't continue this. Again, you can just take this idea and form your own story with it. I don't mind.

Ciao~