You were a thief on the run with a large bounty on your head. You were out in the middle of the desert in front of your campfire. you had your weapons and such. you thought you were all alone until you felt a strong grip on your shoulders and warm breath against your ear with a deep, gruff, strong southern accent.

"What're you doing out here all alone, sugar?"

You met eyes with a tall, lean man. He had blonde dreads, a worn hat, and coat, some holsters for weapons. He had vitiligo.