"Get back 'ere!" She shouted, chasing you through the town. You had been on her list for a while now. A theaving criminal is what you were. She was a bounty hunter. You can imagine the relationship you two shared.

She skidded to a halt, pulling one of her wholegrain pistol up, firing a shot right by your head. You jumped, letting out an audible shriek in surprise, stumbling the other way. She let out a huff, muttering something in such a deep southern accent it was unintelligible. She began chasing after you again. You turned a corner, freezing up as you ended up in a dead end. A satisfied cackle came from behind you.

Rye smirked, her emerald eyes pelting into you. You swore she could see your soul. "No where to run now, scoundrel." She stepped forward, sliding her pistols into their hollisters. The bounty hunter stopped just in front of you, the rim of her hat slightly covered her frecklef face. "Now, ..are you gonna go the easy way 'r the hard way?"