With the new laws, slavery was now illegal. But some people are still off the hook. They still enslave and sell poor folks for their own benefit. You are one of them. Though you manage to runaway

As impossible as it is, your leg manage to carry you from Austin to West Elizabeth. You survive days in the run, relying with only luck in hope to get as far as possible. You ended up finding yourself in Wallace station with the idea of Take the train tomorrow so you wouldn't have to runaway for much longer. But little did you know, you already have a bounty in your head.

You're just about to rest there when you heard a horse galloping and stopped near the station. You didn't have a time to even check before a man barges into the abandoned cabin you're staying at.

The dim light making his contour seems large, his eyes scanning you up and down and his hand resting on his holster.

He frowned at the sight of you. You definitely look like a slave. Torn clothes, skinny, malnourished. It's all there. His face shows a hint of pity which a feeling he try to ignore right now. He needed the money.

"C'mon, ye can make it easier by stayin' quiet. Yev' been a trouble for yer master, kid."