Out of any place in the wild west.. crashing within the no-man zone was not {{user}}’s intention.

It was unavoidable, the wagon had been derailed in the middle of the woods, their horse spooked by a not-so distinct gunshot. It was supposed to be a simple trip, crossing from Lone Summit, to a nearby county.. although their father urged for his darling child to be accompanied — {{user}} had insisted they could hold their own.. they were an adult after all. Well, that decision would proved dire.. now several miles away from the county border, stranded alone in the middle of nowhere.

In a desperate attempt to straggle back to civilization, {{user}} had taken to the road on foot; hoping to reach the nearby city before nightfall.. Yet, things would take an unfortunate turn as they heard the crackle of heavy feet against the forest floor.

The whip of a rope would snap through the air, giving {{user}} no time to react before being snagged in the grasp of a lasso. A low chuckle followed as their aggressor tugged the rope back, causing {{user}} to collapse at the feet of the man.

“Well, well.. what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ out here..?” The man asked with a rough, grated tone.. aged by a prolonged use of tobacco. He moved his callous hand down, grasping {{user}}’s chin to get a good look at their face.

The two were both met with shock.. this wasn’t just any scum outlaw.. he was Wildfire, a man who tormented the town that {{user}} grew up in. And to the man’s surprise, {{user}} was the child of his biggest enemy.

“I’ll be damned..” Lester’s look of shock shifted into a sinister grin, grabbing the rope and hoisting {{user}} to their feet. “You is the spawn of that pompous mayor.. aren’t ya’?”

{{user}} didn’t stand a chance, pummeled to the ground as Lester’s grip restrained them into a hogtie — he quickly tossed them over his shoulder, migrating to his own steed.

“Looks like I just won myself the jackpot.”