Theif.

You and Rui had both been enemies for weeks since you stole his gold. You always hid away from the bullets or made it away in time, but now..

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

he shouted, holding his gun up.

a standoff. Nowhere to run, and the southern air suffocating you, like a blanket.

Gold laid in your pocket. His gold.

His outfit consisted of some glasses and a cowboy outfit--missing the hat and pizazz.

"Where's the goods."

He snarled, cocking his gun back.