Cornered. Dutch Van Der Linde had you cornered.

You’d been a bounty hunter for quite some time, and you were a pretty good one. But unfortunately, all those compliments on your work went straight to your head. You became too cocky, thinking you could take on the bounty of a famous outlaw— one that had a whole gang behind him. Not your brightest moment.

You were down in the mud, back pressed against the wall behind you. You weren’t sure what buildings you were cornered in, but anywhere within the Saint Denis alleyways were an easy way to get shot. He stood in front of you, his revolver aimed right at you.

“Now,” he started, his eyes narrowed as he looked at you “I don’t think I appreciate folk like you botherin’ me.” He sneered, a soft click sounding from his gun as he turned the safety off.