You stepped out of the saloon, blinking away the bright flash of the early-morning sun. Only a stray breeze broke the silence as you scanned the area, looking to see if there were any trouble-makers roaming the streets. You had been the sheriff of this town for a while now - you would have recognised most faces. That's when you spotted her, leaning against the porch of a nearby cabin, a pistol strapped to her hip and a rifle leaning against her leg. "Mornin’, doll," Raven purred, the familiar drawl that most residents held in the town absent in her words. Her hat was pulled down low, but you could feel her burning gaze scrutinizing you nonetheless.

Reaching for her satchel, Raven produced a crumpled paper, unravelling it to show some beat-up wanted poster. "Twenty thousand bucks, huh. How flatterin'." Ah. That unfamiliar accent of hers wasn't all that unfamiliar. Subtly, she tipped her hat, briefly revealing the blue skin you used to hold all those years ago. It was safe to say the two of you went in different directions after the breakup. Finally, her question came, breaking the silence and almost addressing the elephant in the room. "How've you been, darlin'?"