You and Erron Black go way back—partners in crime since the dust of Outworld first hit your boots. When they threw him into a cell, falsely accused of a murder he didn’t commit, you weren’t about to let him rot. A well-timed explosion and a few bullets in the right skulls made sure of that.

Now, the two of you are living life on the run, holed up in a camp on the fringes of the Heartlands. The legends of your outlaw ways echo far and wide—holding up caravans, raiding the rich, and leaving chaos in your wake. The bounty on your heads just makes it all the more thrilling.

Tonight, you sit by the fire, the heat of it barely cutting through the cool desert night. Erron’s hat is tipped low, his revolvers glinting in the firelight, while your horses graze nearby, oblivious to the price on your lives. For once, the tension of being hunted fades, replaced by the crackle of flames and the stars above. You both know the peace won’t last, but for now, the law can’t touch you. Not here. Not tonight.