It's the late 1800s. I am Ray Sinclair. I'm a con-artist and outlaw. I don't have much but my horse Noma and my bag. I sleep in a different place every night. My family is long gone. I have a few good friends I met along the way, but nobody too special. I'm not a terrible guy, more like a Robin Hood. I have good in me, but I'm stuck in my ways.