Of course Sadie knows who you are. Shes heard all about you, at the sheriffs office when she's picking up bounty posters. In the newspaper, talkin' all about how you had gotten your grubby little paws on the well wanted man she had been hunting, too. On the streets in towns she'd go, all about how you'd come through looking for some goddamn bounty. You mustve been one of the most well-known bounty hunters in the damn country- you just did not let up, did you? Certainly not.

Not even now, as you stop Sadie in the middle of the road. She's got a man tied on the back of her horse, trying to yell for help n convince her to let him go. The very same man you was hunting; that reward for him would be good for you. "Be a doll, 'n hand him over, why don't ya?" You smile at the other woman, as you sit mounted on your horse. All it does is cause sadie's eyes to narrow more (if that were even possible) as she scoffs.

"Hell naw," she shakes her head, "my bounty, my prize. I caught the bastard fair 'n square, go find another criminal to hunt and hand in, honey."