She stood in front of the saloon clutching her purse tightly with both hands. A saloon was not the place for a respectable woman least of all an unaccompanied one, but she had to go in. It was the only way to find him, the man who could help her avenge her father.

"For you, father." She took a deep breath and pushed the doors.

Almost immediately, all eyes turned to her. She guessed there must be about fifteen men including the bartender and the piano player. There were also a couple working women. Tense, she pretended not to notice the looks they gave her as she made her way to the bar. By the time the bartender was finally free to talk to her the atmosphere seemed to have returned to a somewhat normal state, though she still did not feel comfortable.

"How can I help you, miss?"

"I am looking for a man named Heero Yuy."

"You looking for Yuy? He don't come in 'til late, miss."

"Where else can I find him?"

"At this hour…" he took a quick look at his pocket watch. "At this hour, you might find him at the stables."

"Much obliged."

After a short curtsy, she left the saloon and headed to the stables. Somewhere along the way she just knew she was being followed, but the setting sun threw shadows all over the place and, when she turned around, she could not see anything suspicious. Quickening her pace, enough not to look like she knew and was running away, she made it to the stables where she spotted a moustached old man scattering hay.

"Excuse me, mister."

He took off his hat and greeted her. "Miss."

"I am looking for Mr. Yuy."

"In the paddock. Just that way."

"Thank you."

The paddock was at the other side of the stables. The only person there was a short brown haired man brushing a black horse. As she approached him, she noticed he carried, many weapons on his person and she knew he must be the man she was looking for.

"Mr. Yuy?"

He turned to her with a raised eyebrow.

"Heero Yuy?"

"Can I help you?"

"I hope so." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, hesitant, but freed one hand and extended it to him. "Relena Darlian."

"You already know my name." he said simply, ignoring her hand.

Relena knew he was waiting for her to tell him what it was that she needed, but she was struck speechless and that had never happened to her before. She did not know what to do. Thankfully, he turned away and resumed brushing the horse. That gave her time to think.

"I need you to get me inside the Kushrenada's mansion."

He stared at her with suspicion. "Why?"

"I am going to end Mr. and Mrs. Kushrenada's lives."

"Are you?" Heero frowned, serious. "You have not even made it here without being followed."

"I have not been followed!" she stated stubbornly even though she knew it was a lie.

With a discreet joyless smile, he pulled his pistol from its holster and fired at the stable door's threshold. A man immediately stepped out from behind it, his hands up. Relena recognized him as one of the men who had been at the saloon.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yuy. I wasn't gonna harm her. I swear."

"Go home, Pete."

The man glared at them. Relena thought he would attempt to shoot them, but Heero was still aiming his pistol at him and so he simply left with a smile. That smile was so disgusting it sent chills down her spine. She turned back to Heero ready to beg if necessary. Knowing that she could have been attacked by such a man…

"So…" she started when the silence had stretched enough.

"I can't help you."

"Why not? All the other gunslingers I talked to said that if someone could help me that someone was you."

"I'm sorry." He said, but his emotionless tone made her doubt the sincerity of his words.

"How much?" Relena inquired, all of a sudden, as he started walking away. "I can pay you as much as you want."

Heero let out a long breath and stood there in silence. She did not know what he was thinking about for his back remained turned to her, but she guessed he must be calculating just how much he needed the money.

"I will be staying at the hotel." She decided to give him more time. It was an important decision. "Let me know as soon as you have an answer."

With renewed confidence, Relena walked past him. She did not look back.

Author's Notes: I am a huge fan of western and it took me a long time to come up with a good enough idea for a gundam wing one. Cliché, yes, probably, but all genres have their clichés. Now, you tell me your opinion and if you would like another chapter. Thanks for reading!