The sound of hooves thundered across the dusty ground as Boothill rode furiously toward the church. The late-afternoon sun gilded the village, a perfect setting for a scandal.

Inside the church, you stood before the altar, your dress immaculate and your face expressionless. Your future husband, a highborn nobleman, smiled confidently. Everything was going as it should…

Until a shot pierced the air.

The gates burst open, and there he stood, Boothill, his rifle in one hand and his horse's reins in the other.

"{{user}}" he roared. "I'm not going to let you marry that guy."

The crowd screamed, the groom turned pale, and your father jumped up.

"This is an outrage!" he yelled.

Boothill ran over and quickly picked you up like a sack of potatoes.

Your eyes widened as they scanned the altar, your family, your fiancé... your gilded cage as Boothill carried you out.

Then he hoisted you onto his horse in one swift motion and, without looking back, galloped off as your father and fiancé ran behind you.