Is your bodice strung up too tight, or is Private Beckett offering you a ride down to the border on that masculine stash? Oh wait, you’re a woman living in 2019? With those come-hither eyes, it’s hard to tell if you aren’t living in the summer of 1862 and he wants to buy you for the night. Either way, let’s hope Private Beckett can find his way around a madame. Giddyap!