You took another sip of your warm tea, eyes glancing out the trains window. The ride had been long and bumpy, but you were only half way through it yet. Your eyes returned to his deadly blue ones.

“I’m countin’ on you joinin’ me,” The man said gruffly. Tying a dark piece of cloth to frame his eyes between it and the thick leather hat that sat atop his ebony locks. For the past hour and a half you had been chatting with the mystery man, but it seemed he was preparing to leave. Though, you don’t recall a stop nearby.

Your brows furrowed at his words. Sure, the both of you had indulged in some flirty banter. By leaving with a stranger was not something you were planning on. He tied the bandana, covering the lower half of his handsome face.

Your confusion grew further and he had obviously noticed for pointed at the news paper you had been reading, drawing your eyes to it along with his nubbed pinky finger. You peered down at the paper to see a big bold [ WANTED ] stamp over a picture of a man that looked eerily similar to the one in front of you, bandana, hat, and all.

So in other words…you didn’t have a choice. After a few whispered words, attempting to convince you to come along willingly, but his requests fell on deaf ears. Subtly, he pulled out a silver pistol, glinting in the dim sunlight that peeked through the cracks of the trains window. The warning was clear enough.

If you were to ask Jesse James why he had wanted you to come along with him so bad, he wouldn’t answer truthfully. Not because of his deceitful tendencies, but because he didn’t truly know himself.

The loud pop of a gunshot against the metal side marked the start of another one of the cowboy’s infamous train-jackings. The small train cart filled with chaos immediately.