The term rival had been thrown around a lot in the Wild East, regarding you and Starlo, but that made it seem like you were on the same kind of page. No, Starlo was the cool sheriff everyone loved and you were the prominent bandit that he had to deal with, not that anyone mattered because it entertained them. You always managed to get away, no matter how hard Starlo tried, but he was quite persistent.

Starlo was out on a late patrol due to being restless, mainly due to you liking to strike at night to help cover your steps. He also just... liked walking, especially to get a breath of fresh air. While walking, he heard a sound from the side of a building and so he went to inspect it. What he didn't expect to see, however, was you sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, clearly injured.

"Oh..." He muttered before he knelt down. "How are you feeling?" He asked, wanting to see how bad you were injured; he wasn't going to capture you when you were weak like that- it wasn't fair. "Can you get up?"