His name was Steele, and he was a law abiding farmers rebel son. He drank and slept around with girls all over the county, but his parents drug him to church every Sunday. His black hair, green eyes and strait white teeth contrasting his darkly tanned skin.
Her name was Ace, and was a big time rancher's only daughter. Her dark red hair hung strait and brushed her shoulder blades. She drank, but was always in church on Sunday, smiling and helping the elders of the community.
In a town like this, people knew eachother by their first name. If anybody in town were to say they were similar, they would have been laughed at and told to get their eyes checked. They were like wine and Whiskey, and everybody knew it.