The clock chimed in five o'clock not in a

The clock chimed in five o'clock not in a peaceful, serene tone but a loud, booming roar which seemed annoy and startle the passengers of the train. I covered my ears and

mumbled a curse under my breath. The passenger sitting next to me had more than their share of the armrest and the click clack of the rails was slowly driving me insane. I needed a

shot of patrol gold so bad that I sucked on air and imagined it was a stream of tequila. I was on my way to Dodge City. The townsfolk of Tombstone had withdrawn their invitations

so the visitors had to make a stop over in Apploosa. They were pretty hornswoggled that the train wouldn't take 'em to Dodge City while I pretended to be old enough for liquor, but

Kews knew I was just 17.

I was a frozen fire, I was his one desire. But Kews oozes with schmooze as he woos. He didn't catch my clues, I never like to choose.

Both boys sang to me, ♪You are/my fiiire/My one/desiiire/Believe/when I say/I want it/thaaat way♪ Oh god, who do I choose? Being stuck in a love triangle was

I was in fact a boy robot. I tried to shove the human boys away, really I did. But they kept on thinking I was a pretty girl, and tailed me wherever I went. My robot dad was not

amused with the rather revealing jeans I wore to school, but I didn't care. Eventually I reckoned a good dollar was to be made, acting as a pretty girl.