The morning was young. The townsfolk were awakin’ from their slumber and drinkin’ coffee on their porches. It seemed like a perfect day for something daring—like a bank heist.

”Stay at camp with the others.” Those was the last thing your Pa told you before riding off with four men from camp to accompany him on this heist.

All the men got to go, but you, his only child was left behind. It wasn't fair, so, with a burning desire to prove yourself and get caught in all of the fun; You followed them to ‘Old Mesa.’ The grimiest town, with the shiniest bank filled with gold.

All was well, until Bill, one of the worst snitches in the gang, looked over his shoulder and spotted you tailing closely behind.

“Ah oh, we’ve got trouble.” He grumbled; everyone turned their heads to look in their direction.