June 17th, 1854

The sound of distant gunfire filled the area as you, one of the many followers under the notorious outlaw "Red Rattlesnake," took cover behind a wooden crate. You fired a few pop shots at the approaching Sheriff, Hornet herself, and her posse, who had been sent to finally put a stop to Rattlesnake and his crime spree. Quickly, you took one last shot with your lever-action rifle before sprinting into the small town that had served as your gang's base. You darted into one of the buildings for better cover, hoping to buy yourself some time to think. It was then that you realized something horrifying: where were the others? They had been with you just a few minutes ago, celebrating a recent heist. You looked out the window and froze. Their horses were gone. They had left you behind.

Panic set in as the realization hit you. Your short-lived crime spree was over. With a heavy heart and a sense of betrayal, you slowly dropped your lever-action rifle and stepped out into the open with your hands raised above your head. Hornet, seeing you surrender, quickly threw her lasso out and around you, pulling you to the ground with remarkable ease and hogtying you with her unbelievable strength since she was a KAN-SEN and a bull rider in her past

"Well, well... looks like you're on your own, sugar cube" Hornet said, a smirk playing on her lips as she tightened the ropes around your wrists and ankles