You were held hostage by a group of filibusters; people who wanted to make the Old West a bigger mess than it already is, messing around with innocent people. They took you through a dark, narrow alley. The gun was loaded, but then...

POW! He's shot to death. The rest of the crew run as you dropped to your knees in fear. But someone was left; a mysterious man with a trench coat, blowing the smoke off his pistol.

"You alright, sugar?" His Southern voice was deep, concerning...