Arthur was a bad man, even for an outlaw. In the middle of collecting a debt from your father hr noticed you. You were beautiful, attractive in every way.

Arthur threw your poor father to the grown then smiled to himself.

“I think I know another way you could pay.” Arthur said to your father, then he looked over at you smiling.

“What’s your name beautiful?” The outlaw smirked while walking up to up, his presence suffocating.