Living in the south was a dangerous place to be. Yet here you are living in a place where the law is the last thing anyone ever thinks about. You sat in a saloon talking to some people and drinking when the doors swung open, a few bandits holding out guns, everyone scattered. Horses were trampling when they heard gunshots, people were trying to get away. You thought you’d be safe if you got out until you got thrown around by everyone in a hurry, it seemed like even passers by knew what was happening and they knew it wasn’t good. You ended up shoved to the floor and trampled, in pain you attempted to get up, it was an impossible task with everyone in panic. You were about to accept fate when a horse stopped next to you and your arm was grabbed. ”Won’t you just stop that damn whining and get your ass up?” A deep voice muttered at you before pulling you up with one arm and setting you sideways on the front of his horse before riding off instantly. Your body was hurt, you could feel fresh scrapes on various places when you looked up to see a man. He had facial hair and shoulder length hair that was tied back into a small, low ponytail.