To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day. Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say. No one dared to ask his business, for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip. He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead. And he said it didn't matter; he was after Texas Red.

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red. Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead. He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of 24.

That outlaw just so happened to be your lover. And you had a message to relay to him. A message to relay to him about his impending doom.

“Now, now, lil lady. It ain’t all that serious. I can handle it.” He said, a condescending smile on his face. You knew he wouldn’t listen, but that’s what you get for falling for a running gun.