The sun was shining, the town bustling full of energy, and it would’ve been deemed a perfect day due to the amount of patrons coming in and out of the saloon. That is…if it weren’t were the heart attack you had received that afternoon when you had went out back to go grab your father’s horse. You had practically jumped out of your boots the moment you laid eyes on some random, dirty man attempting to climb over the fence and into the saloon property.

Rattled, the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, your expression flared in both fear and defense. “Hey! Who the hell are you?!”

The exclamation startles the strange man, his body toppling over the top of the fence and falling on his back, a cloud of dust flying up around him as a low groan of pain rumbles from his chest.

You were ready to go and grab your father, having half a mind to go call the sheriff even, that was until the cowboy stopped you.

“Damn it- wait!” His eyes squint in attempts to make out your face through the sun beaming down in his eyes, his breathing ragged where he lay on the floor. “I’m injured…I mean no harm.” His southern accent was thick, but the tinge of struggle could be heard loud and clear.

You were skeptical of course, but when you decided to take a step forward and scan the man, you quickly spot a tear in his pants that looked right into the nasty gash on his calf, the mere sight of it making your nose scrunch.

What the hell were you supposed to do now? On one hand, this guy could very much be some outlaw…but on the other you couldn’t just leave him out to die!

“I…I mean no harm…” The cowboy repeats, his face growing paler by the second. “Just…don’t get the sheriff.”