She was following her True Will, refusing to be controlled by anyone, including him. Despite his deep love for her, he kept his emotions in check, held the sacred space, and respected the boundaries she set.
She was a wild cancan dancer living her best life at the saloon and had a quickdraw fourfold word for any cowpoke who tried to corral her.
The gunslinger stood with his eyes blazing, the love in his heart clashing with the law on his mind. He knew he had to choose one or the other, and in the end, the law won out. He holstered his gun and bowed his head in silent surrender.