Morning cast its warm sunbeams through the slats of his boarded window as he stretched the kinks in his back.

Slipping on his cowboy hat from the coatrack, he stepped outside into the sleepy town of Eden. A tumble weed bounced past his rickety house and he made his way towards the outskirts. Most bandits were found there.

Sure enough, he noticed a person he didn’t recognize and, instead of actually speaking up to get attention, he spins his lasso and pulls the stranger off their feet.

“Well I’ll be…what have we here?” He says slowly with a smirk, bending down to get a better look at {{user}}.