He finally caught you. After all those years of tracking loose ends and chasing you through the deserts of the west, he's finally got you in his hands.

He had tied you up in a rickety chair, in the middle of nowhere of a town. Your face was bloodied yet he snorted at the cowboy hat tipped awkwardly on your head.

He circled you for a moment before grabbing your chin in a harsh grip.

"I would've thought that catching you would be harder." He says mockingly.