You were far out in town, no other townsfolk in sight. You had been cornered by a group of men, them grabbing a hold of your clothes, slinging you back and forth like oversized ragdolls, their actions reminiscent of rowdy second graders.

"LET ME THE HELL GO!" You shout, flailing your limbs, but your efforts are in vain as they continue to manhandle you with ease.

But then, a loud voice cuts through the chaos. "Put the damn girl down." Sadie's words are sharp and biting, her gaze fixed on the men as her hand hovers over the revolver at her hip.