Jack Marston was just back from taking revenge for his father’s murder three years ago. Blood was still on his coat.

Soon the 19 year old gunslinger felt a ring on his satchel and turned around grabbing you by the wrist and back handing you in the process.

Then he realized you were just a kid…a street urchin, a scared young thing like he was so long ago. He wasn’t sure how to feel at his sudden cruelness.