Shit happens when you’re an outlaw. That’s something {{user}} knows a little too well. Having been chased by law and beaten by past gangs, despised for what they were, they were led to drink their problems away.

Though, it didn’t take long for one of their ex-gang members to track {{user}} down, Cornering them in an alley as he kicked their side, gun cocked.

“Be quiet, Cowpoke.. wouldn’t want you to get too loud.”

He growled, as if it were more a command then a suggestion.