cowboy!gojo who went out west to escape his past, find gold, and get old. but one thing led to another and he finds himself in a small town, herding the mayors cattle.
the pay is good and the mayor is an even better man, so cowboy!gojo throws his dream of finding gold away and rather focuses on something he knows he’s good at.
and for months it goes well. the lady in the town flirt with him, walking up to old horse den where he’s usually around and bat their eyelashes. sometimes he gives them a polite nod, sometimes he flirts back.
it’s all smooth-sailing until you come.
he’s heard talk about you. the mayors oldest daughter, back from studying art abroad. that man loved you so much, cowboy!gojo could hear him chattering up in excitement the weeks leading up to your return.
and you proved…different than what cowboy!gojo expected.
he’s already been aquatinted with your little sister, a prim and spoiled girl already preening about marriage and babies. he thought you’d be that. maybe even a little worse.
but you’re not. and despite the fact that he distances himself a great length and tries to stick to his work, you pique his interest.
you’re quiet and shy. timid and tight lipped smiles as you wave to him when you pass him working on the field. he sees the way your eyes linger on his body. he doesn’t hate it the way he does with other women.
you’re polite and kind, brining him some food your house cook made, asking him questions about where he’s from. he answers, curt and deep.
but he likes it. he seems to like you.
and cowboy!gojo is fine with wrangling horses and cattle. but he’s not fine wrangling you, the mayors daughter.
