Midas had been on the run for a while.

An outlaw per say.

Midas, currently, was on his horse, wiping some blood off his cheek as a dead body was literally being dragged behind him, secured by a rope. To Midas, dragging that thing was funny as hell.

As he rode past someone, it turned out to be a bounty hunter.

You.

Your head snapped to the side as Midas rode past on his horse, your eyes narrowed at the dead body. Without a second thought, you followed.

When Midas got to the snow filled mountains, you slowly drew yoygun, easing your horse to a slow pace as you watched Midas water board the body.

Finally, against his better judgment, you spoke. "Hey, outlaw. What the hell are you doing?" You questioned.

Before you could get a second word out, Midas turned around and drew a throwing knife. You lifted your hands, your eyes widening.

"Hey, hey, hey. Easy now." You said, putting away your gun. "Easy, I'm not gonna shoot you, and you don't have to stab me." You reassured.

It was hard to trust a bounty hunter.

Let alone the best bounty hunter across the heartlands.