Part 2, Chapter 8- Cattle Rustlers

(Trigger warning; mentions of rape)

Maverick

The lights of the bar I was sitting in were dim and comforting to my eyes and soul. I always liked the darkness of night compared to the light of day. I guess that’s why I chose to be more nocturnal and work at night instead of being normal. My new line of work was perfect for me, considering I had to be a thief in the night.

I was perched on a barstool leaning against the bar next to my best friend, Oliver. We had been stuck to each other's hips since we met in the third grade. I wouldn’t trade him for the best horse in the world, or all the money I could possibly spend. He was good to me and was always there when I needed him. Some might say that he follows me around like a love-sick puppy, and I’ve had my suspicions about it for some time now.

Oliver was as tall as me but had a slender build compared to me. He had super blonde hair to go with his deep blue eyes. He was charming with the ladies but not very honest with the