No one rides me and gets away with it, Taurin steamed as he laid the last patch of grass over the quicksand pit. He thought he was getting quality time with his crush, Crysalia. He knew now that this wasn't her, and after doing some homework, he discovered everything: her name, the bar where she was known to do business, and the fact that she hadn't yet collected the bounty on her latest catch. So he slipped a message in the mailbox of the bar (typewritten, so she wouldn't know it was Taurin):

DAGGER DAILY, MEET ME UNDER THE LONE TREE OUTSIDE OF TOWN TO COLLECT YOUR EARNINGS.

And now here she was under that tree, not realizing she was knee-deep in the grass and slowly sinking.

"Hello there," said a handsome-sounding voice from up in the tree.

"You again!" Dagger exclaimed seductively upon seeing Taurin sitting on a branch, more than ready for a second ride. Suddenly she realized she was thigh-deep in soft sand and couldn't lift her legs out.

Taurin laughed. "Yeah, I figured someone in your line of work would recognize quicksand when she saw it, so I thought I'd disguise this one."

"Okay, what do you want?" Dagger growled as the sand started to cup her buttocks.

"Well, for one thing, I did some research on who you REALLY are, and I heard you've done some bounty hunting for both sides of the law. Outlaw money is just as green to you, I guess. But that's why when I pull you out, you're coming with me down to the precinct. It's my turn to do the bounty hunting for a change, but for now I have a show to enjoy. And one more thing, Dagger."

"And what's that?" Dagger huffed, now waist-deep in the sand.

"No one rides this bull without getting the horns." Taurin dangled the rope just out of Dagger's reach. "Now then, let's talk about Dakota."

Dagger belongs to  CRYSALIA