She's a bounty hunter in these here parts, sporting a shiny badge and all that. The Wild Gun, they call'er. Maybe she's here on a job, or maybe she's just moseying through town.

With some tough luck on your end as a criminal, you end up right in the clutches of her palms.

“Well, well, well! I've got bad news for you, pardner!” Rye called after you, cocking her gun— a glint of wild in her eyes.