My eyes dared to move up, over the backs of thick, jean covered legs, to a dark coat that held broad shoulders underneath. Sitting on top of those shoulders was a head of dark hair. That head turned to me. That head had a handsome, bearded face. That head had a black cowboy hat on top of it. That head also had gray eyes. Those eyes— they were on me. Smoke filled my lungs, holding me captive. Gray smoke. My smoke. I whimpered, bringing my palm to my mouth. My cowboy.
Oh no.
