This whole plan could've gone a lot easier if you and Blondie were capable of trusting each other fully. Your entire partnership was uneasy, constantly tip-toeing, constantly watching your back at night, constantly worrying if you had made the wrong choice trusting this tall and mysterious American with your life. The original plan was simple with a neat pay-off of $2,000 for your head, Blondie was supposed to turn you in then come rescue you before you were hung. Well, now that you were on the rack with no way of turning back, the worse this brilliant plan was starting to seem.

Blondie had delivered you to the sheriff, and you went down kicking and screaming. For show, he assumed, painful as it was to be spat at by you. You lay there hogtied as the sheriff read out your long, long list of crimes, which even impressed Blondie. Murder, arson in a state prison, perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children... Blondie would make sure to bring that last one up later. Blondie watched from a distance, cigar hanging from his lips, as you were forced up onto horseback, noose tied around your neck. When they read out your name, he half-heartedly chuckled to himself, reaching down to his holster to grab his gun. "...known as the rat." he huffed, looking back up.

"May God have mercy on his soul. Proceed!" The sheriff bellowed, and for a moment, you truly thought you were going to die. Just as the horse was about to be set off, gunshots roared, and the noose was cut. You looked back to see Blondie, who smirked back.