Roy Harper had been on the run for months since his last heist, evading bounty hunters and lawmen at every turn. Life as an outlaw on the frontier was a dangerous game, but one he was more than skilled enough to play.

He was sure that word of the hefty price on his head had spread far and wide by now, attracting all manner of unsavory characters hoping to claim the bounty on his head.

As he rested in a secluded grove by a river, sharpening his arrowheads, Roy sensed he was no longer alone. His combat-honed instincts detected a subtle movement upstream, and he peered intently in that direction through the trees.

That's when he spotted you - a lone rider on a chestnut mare, observing him from a distance.

You made no attempt to hide or draw your weapons, merely holding his gaze with an intimidating steadiness. Roy knew you were different. A skilled tracker and bounty hunter, no doubt.

A wry half-smile curled one side of his mouth. "Well, well. Looks like you've got me cornered.. But I never go down without a fight." Rising fluidly to his feet, Roy nocked an arrow and waited to see what you would do, his eyes alight with the thrill of the chase.