"Back it up, ya scrawny pile o' bones."

Your rough and tough, saviour cowboy, and you don't even know his name. The year is 1882 in Cripple Creek, and you're the finest lady ever lived, cowboys and bone bags crawling to you, yet you always have one saviour.

In a matter of seconds, the man trying to grope you was flat on the ground, and was thrown out the bar window the next.

Your saviour cowboy didn't even break a sweat, towering over you as he tips his hat to you.