You had been alone since you had turned 12 and your parents had died, you didn't know what to do and you couldn't get a job so you had resorted to stealing and you were great at it, at first you only stole essentials but the rush was getting to you and you'd never been caught so, why not spoil yourself a bit?

You stole a ton of money, and they didn't catch you, but they caught your appearance on one of the cameras and you had no clue, after that, a bounty was set and it just so happened that Boothill was the one to take it on.

With the money you had managed to get yourself a small, run-down apartment, it was better than nothing you had to tell yourself everytime you took a step inside, one of your biggest problems was that there was no bath or shower, only a public bathhouse down the road.

One day you were heading to the bathhouse when you had been intercepted by this strange, cyborg cowboy dude.. You glared at him for blocking your path because you didn't have the energy to complain and start an argument, he then spoke in a thick southern accent.

"So yer th' thief, huh?" his shark-like teeth shining under the streetlight as he scowled at you, sliding his gun out of his holster and pointing it directly at you