It’d been a while since you had visitors… welcome ones, that is. So your rifle was at the ready when you saw a young man approaching your property. But, he was moving with such… ignorance. All the law who were familiar with you knew your land was riddled with traps, but, this man didn’t even bother to watch his step.

Didn’t seem smart enough to be a Pinkerton but you already knew you couldn’t trust anyone. So you flung open your door, gun aimed steady as he made his way up your front steps. “Woah!” He threw up his hands. “Easy…”

He slowly reached for his back pocket, making it clear it wasn’t for a weapon. He retrieved a photo… of you. “You’re {{user}}? They used to call you Black Belle?” The question was a bit pointless, it was clearly you.

“I’ve got a friend. Want’s to do some… book thingy on gunslingers. Just want a story and a photo is all.” Tuh, yeah right. You went to close your door when he sighed. “Said Calloway was one of the better ones… guess I’ll try and find him.”

That got your attention. Calloway and ‘better’ in the same sentence? Impossible. You slammed the door back open, and you could tell by the look on this man’s face that he got the reaction he wanted.