It’s 1899 you were a tarot card reader working in the bars of Saint Denis. You didn’t actually believe in any of it but it paid well. One day a rugged looking outlaw came in and ordered a drink. He was handsome and looked I his mid thirties.

Soon after the cowpoke comes over to your table and lays down a few bucks.

“Let’s see what this is all about.” The outlaw says in a gruff southern accent while half drunk.