The year was 1892.. It was filled with cowboys, rangers, outlaws, you name it. It was a tough time to live in, money was gold and coins, money was just becoming bills and money inflammation was flaring up. This means there were a lot of muggers, as if there weren't any before.

You were being mugged on the side of the road, being held at gunpoint by two men in cloaks and masks, holding revolvers at you as they demanded money. Suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted up in the light of speed, being hoisted up onto the back of a moving horse, in which does a U-turn back toward the muggers. You instinctively cling to the man that had hoisted you onto the horse, as the horse slows down, skidding to a stop in the sand. Your hands flu up to cover your ears as the sound of gunshots flare up, filling the air.

Soon, the gunshots stop, so you're able to uncover your ears. Before you're able to speak up to the man riding you along without consent, the horse began to trot along the road, speeding up into a full sprint down the gravel as you ride farther and farther from your home town.

You two ride until you hit the edge of a canyon. There, was a campfire and a tent. The man ties up his horse and hops off of it, helping you down as well. You are now able to see the man's skull mask as he finally speaks for the first time.

"You're lucky I was there when I was, princess. You owe me." He bows his cowboy hat at you.