Word of advice, kid. This may be the Wild West down here, but you ain't a cowboy. You're not even a boy in a cowboy suit.
I don't care about lasting. I just want right now.
Crows don’t take from you,” Dean said. “They give your soul wings.
He's no kind of gentleman. That's all right. I'm no kind of lady.
Dean flashed me a smile that promised rule-breaking and breathlessness.
How can you be dour when you have a tiny duck?