His green eyes gazed openly outwards at the full saloon with an expression of pain upon his face. Clouds of pain made his eyes seem darker, like a dark forest green; that tries to blink away the pain. His skin glister with sweat and irritated the open wounds he had gotten the night before. He closed his eyes with a groan of pain after he stood from the stool he was sitting on. His uncle wouldn't like it if he ignored the rowdy customers that called out for drinks. With another groan of pain, he started to slowly walk around the tables.

He walked up next to a table that had been calling for him. He winced at their loud voices that seemed to grow in volume and the groping of his person grew harder, trying to pull him upon the laps that were spread opened. Their words slurred due to the alcoholic beverages that they have gulped down since they sat down in the wooden stools. He took their jugs that were empty, before walking away, while avoiding the wondering hands that tried to touch him. He placed the jugs on the counter and called out towards the bartender; who stood off to the side talking to one of the regulars.

"What yea need?" The bartender asked in a deep southern accent. His words drawled together as if he was tired. A clothe was in the bartender's hands wiping at a clear glass as a black brow rose before his eyes meet the questioning blue bartender's eyes.

"The usual." He states, his voice deep with pain. The opened wounds itched which every movement he had made in the last few seconds. The bartender nodded his head and took the jugs from the boy before refilling them with stale beer. The scent of old beer filled the air and the boy scrunched his nose at the smell while he pulled the jugs back into his hands. He turned slowly to not spill the drinks and slowly made his way towards the table.

He placed the jugs in the middle of table once he reached it; however, before he could move away, a hand took ahold his upper arm. The short, laced sleeve, balled up as the he was pulled closer. His skirts rose slightly over his knees, the lace tights showing to the pubic eyes. Pale golden tan skin glowed in the low lighting of the saloon, long raven, wild black locks fell over his shoulders as only the top layers of his hair were pulled up into a topknot. A pair of fingers pulled on the topknot (loosening it) to bring the boy's head closer while a hand moved upwards to meet smooth skin of his thigh. The boy struggled to get out of the grasp, but froze.

"No." The boy whimpered as the hand did not move away from his leg. It edged closer and thick fingers started to run over the thin silk and lacey panties. He tried to move the hand by pulling at the older man's wrist, but the other did not budge. Lips touched his neck while fingers looped around the edge of the panties.

"No." He whimpered out as he desperately tried to move the hand away from himself.

Suddenly movement stopped all together. The boy kept his eyes tightly closed as he listened to the older male breath slowly. When he was pulled away from the grasp of the drunken male, the boy's eyes widen in shock. He was then pulled into a strong and lean chest of an unknown man who hide the younger male's face into said chest. The smaller male clenched his eyes tightly as the drunken man stood with rage boiling in his beady eyes.

"Can you hear? The lady said no." The unknown man stated with a strong Texan accent, making his voice sounding deeper. The boy tried to lift his head to look at the stranger; however, the stranger kept him in place. A growl fell from the drunk as he tried to lunge himself towards the stranger. Someone else stepped in, blocking the drunk from reaching his target.

"Either return to your drinks or leave." The bartender stated with a large shiny black gun in his hands. The drunk snarled at the threat, but left the saloon before getting himself shot. The bartender turned to the boy and the stranger once the last of the group left the saloon.

"Thank you." He stated as he watched the stranger let his arms drop. The boy took a step away from the stranger and gazed up at him. His thank you just upon his lips; however, when he took in the dark chocolate brown eyes, he let his gaze fall upon the rest of the stranger's body with his eyes clouding over with an unnamed emotion that the younger male has not yet felt before.

Golden blonde hair, loosely curled, fell just below his chin, tickling the edge of his confederate jacket. A lean, built body stood at 6'3 with a slight tan that made his skin shine lightly in the saloon's natural lightening. Long legs clad in plain blue cotton pants that laid in dusty brown boots. The boy moved his eyes back up to the stranger's eyes.

"Thank you, sir." The boy whispered out with an embarrassing bright blush grew across his nose.

-When I had first saw him, I did not know what to think of the men. I mean why would someone want to help a freak like me? (I am nothing special.) After a couple of drinks, he left; however, I thought he had stayed to make sure that the man would not come back. He never returned after that day, but I wished every day that I would see him again.-