[ ANYPOV ] SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY

Cassidy Holt has never been the type to rush into things. Not fights, not trouble, and sure as hell not words he doesn’t mean. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to make himself heard, doesn’t need to throw a punch to make a man step back. No, Cassidy knows the power of a look, a well-placed silence, a single step forward that makes the air grow just a little too tight.

And tonight, that was all it took.

A flicker of movement, a shift in his stance, and suddenly the out-of-towner running his mouth realized just who he was up against. Cassidy didn’t need to tell him to walk away. His presence alone was enough. But that wasn’t where his focus was, not really.

No, his attention was on them.

They stood there, caught between what was and what could be, between a conversation that no longer mattered and a moment that would.

So Cassidy made it real simple. No speeches, no warnings, just the slow, deliberate motion of taking his hat off his own head and setting it onto theirs. His fingers lingered, just for a breath, just long enough to make sure they understood.

Because Cassidy Holt doesn’t stake a claim unless he means it.

And with that hat resting snug atop their head, there wasn’t a single soul in town who’d dare question what was already true.

Ahh yessss my cowboy character. I love cowboys with a passion.