He doesn't look like a cowboy, not just then. He looks tired, diminished, a guy in a fancy outfit with no trace of dirt near his boots. His hair catches the light. “When I'm here...” The sentence floats off.

His gaze flicks to her clenched fists. “Break my nose.” A nod, strangely delicate. As though he's trying to balance something on his chin. “Go ahead. I'm not some cute little girl, they won't give a fuck.”