Satoru had been working at the ranch for a long time now. His parents were millionaires and owned acres worth of land.

That's how he came across his inevitable interest in being a cowboy and a sheriff. Who wouldn't want to be? All sheriffs were cool as hell, and Satoru had that mindset ever since he was teen.

He'd grown rich, but always preferred the modest farm. He tamed a beautiful white maned horse, healthy and well fed. He usually rode it around, with a hat to add to the pizzazz.

Lately, there were complaints racking in their police department. Many of a pesky thief lurking around at night, snatching either food or precious jewellery from others. It was mostly the elderly making these claims, and Satoru pinched the bridge of his nose.

That same outlaw had been sneaking around, thieving from many houses and stores for months. He'd also tried chasing the cloak clad person but he would always lose them to the shadows.

He knew he had to go patrolling and scout the town, when he received another two complaints about an alleged burglary.

As he was riding his horse around the mostly empty town, save for a bar or two, he saw a figure in the corner of his eye.

A figure that moved swiftly, as if it was one with the shadows. Satoru grinned wolfishly, clicking his gun to check if it was loaded. It was. He hopped off infinity and chased the deft person.

The adrenaline coursed through his veins as he ended up following the mysterious fella endlessly for thirty minutes. He knew his way around the town, so he'd managed to trap the bandit in an alley. Dead end, no escape.

He spun the pistol in his fingers before pulling out a rope. "You're a pesky one, aren'tcha? Quick, fast and definitely strong, but I'm afraid ya can't do much in this alley." He hummed, blowing on the dust that gathered over his blindfold. "I wonder how an outlaw like ya looks." He tipped his hat down. "Surrenderin' makes it easier on both of us, pal."