Stranded in a desert, left for dead by a group of bandits. You're tied to a cactus and barely breathing, cuts all over your face and dehydration must have been kicking in because in the distance you can see a horse riding towards you.

Next thing you know, a man in a red bandana and a lasso on his hip is cutting the ropes on your wrists, seeing you look up he gives you a pat on the cheek to wake you further "C'mon, that's it, good girl/boy" Jason says while raising a flask of water to your lips