Found In A Different Light (#TheWattys2016) (On Hold)

The Outlaw

Robin's pov

I quickly raised my camera as I watched the last barrel racer of the night. My finger pressed down capturing each moment and each turn the horse went through and the woman riding him. The fluency of their movements seemed to compliment the speed they were moving as they rounded the barrel nearest to me. I snapped a quick picture and another as the dust flew behind them and into the crowds of people crowded around the arena to watch her.

She seemed way to skilled to be in a semi-pro rodeo. Her turns were on point and she could do all the stuff you'd see in the professional rodeos. I wish I had done something like this when I was younger. I probably wouldn't be where I am today but I do love my job. They flew out of the arena and the clock stopped. Sixteen flat.

"And Regina Mills pulls through for first! Her time 16 seconds!" The announcer yelled. "Dropping Zelena Greenburrow in second and Emma Swan in third." I dug for a pen in my camera bag and finally after ages of digging I pulled out an old blue pen. I flipped my left arm over and bit the lid off before scribbling down her name in the blue ink. I looked up and saw her looking right at me. I put my camera away and I looked up again to see her square in front of me leaning against the arena.

"You already smudged my name. Come here I'll rewrite it." I stood up and walked over to her. She wrote her name on my arm and smiled at me. "So why do you need my name? Are you some kind of stalker?" She asked half jokingly. I shook my head chuckling.

"No m'lady, I'm a perfectly normal man. I just thought you'd like to be recognized when I show my editor the pictures I took." I said as I rolled up my other sleeve. "Excellent run by the way. Very precise turns. Most horses slip taking those turns." She smirked and shrugged.

"Rocinante isn't most horses." She countered. "So are you a professional photographer?" She asked resting her head on one of the bars on one of the panels of the arena fence.

"Indeed I am. I work for a magazine." She climbed to the top and straddled it. She tipped her hat back and I examined her features quickly making note of how she looked for later. Her beautiful smile, her plump lips, and the tiny scar on her upper lip along with her gorgeous brown orbs.

"So which magazine? Rider's Digest?" She snorted at her own question.

"Actually yes, I work for Rider's Digest but I also have a business of my own." I answered smiling as her eyes grew the size of saucers.

"Holy shit so then those pictures could go in the next issue?!" She asked in disbelief as she hopped down next to me.

"I don't know Miss Mills." She chuckled.

"Regina. Call me Regina. As for you I need a name. What is it?" She questioned as I shrugged.

"You'll soon find out m'lady." I reassured her as I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. She stood in front of me and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Tell me." She demanded making me smirk at her.

"You can call me the Outlaw." I said before stepping around her and walking a few feet. "We'll be in touch soon m'lady." I bowed my head and walked out to my pick up. She stood at the edge of the parking lot and shook her head smiling.

"See you around Outlaw!" She called before she walked away and out of my view as I started driving back home. I listened to the radio to pass the time until the music was cut off by my phone ringing through the speakers of the truck. I peered at the screen to see it was Will. I answered the phone with a chuckle.

"Locksley! How was the rodeo?" He hollered making me flinch slightly as I turned the volume down.

"Great! I have some pictures of an absolutely stunning woman barrel racing. I'll show you when I get home then you can watch the video of her race. She's spectacular!" I rambled on about Regina to him.