Don't Fall in Love with an Outlaw

Chapter 2

Haven reached in her saddle-pack and pulled out a small glass flask filled with whiskey. 

"It doesn't look fatal.. I think they just missed a lethal shot, otherwise you would've been dead when I showed up. How long would you say you've been here?"

She kneeled next to Chase. Her green eyes studied his body looking for any other bullet wounds. 

"Uh.. I've probably been here for a couple of hours... but it feels like it's been days. I thought I was just gon' die out here."

A small smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. His eyes lit up when his eyes caught sight of the small flask Haven held with care in her hands.

"Hold on just a second, this will hurt, but if this bullet wound didn't kill you, infection surely will."

Her small fingers started undoing the top buttons of his white cotton shirt exposing his bronzed muscular torso. She felt his brown eyes trained on her the whole time so she resisted the urge to stare at his muscular chest that was slowly rising and falling with his breath.

"We just met and I already got you undressing me, I'm irresistible, I know."

Haven ignored his comment, resisting the smile that wanted to grace her lips. Instead she leaned closer, her eyebrows knitting in concentration as she took a rag and dabbed some alcohol on it and pressed it to Chase's bullet wound.

"I'm not a doctor or anything, but I think it's best if I just leave the bullet in there. I'm just gonna clean your wound and bandage you up. Now just hold still..."

He squirmed a bit, his fingers flexing and clenching as he bit his bottom lip in a vain attempt to distract him from the burning sensation on his chest.

"FUCK! That hurts!"

"Surely getting shot hurt worse than this."

Her eyes remained trained on the wound as she delicately blotted it dry. The wound was still fresh and oozing a mixture of blood and plasma, but not bleeding profusely. 

"Nah, it's one of those pains that just hurts so bad, you don't feel it at all. It's just like a numb, dull pain."

Haven chuckled, "Sounds like you've been shot before."

Chase blinked a couple of times before finding the strength to prop himself up on his elbows, closing the gap between them.

"Only a couple of times."

That cocky grin that only pulled the right side of his lips up into a smirk danced on his features again, a warmth gathering in his brown eyes. 

"So you're a bad boy?"

Her words came out as a tease. While she had no idea who this man was, or what his occupation was. The last thing that she thought of is that she was treating the wound of a wanted outlaw. He didn't look like an outlaw. Chase didn't see himself as an outlaw either, he believed in the Robin Hood complex. Steal from the rich, give back to the poor. Expose the crooks of the "justice" system. He was feared by the rich. Which is why he was wanted dead. 

"Nah, just find myself in troubling situations every once in a while..."

He was careful to remain very vague about him and his hobbies per say. Being a wanted criminal kind of ruined his lady game. Whenever girls had found out who he really was, they never spoke a word to him again. There could be a million reasons why. Maybe they actually feared him. Maybe they didn't want to associate themselves with fellow crooks. Whatever it was, Chase wasn't about to scare Haven away with his personal details. At least not yet.