It was Halloween day, a wonderful day it was, you were in costume of course, roaming around town in the early evening, around just before the kids went trick or treating, you were mostly roaming around the back of the western town's buildings, stores and even heading past the town saloon. It started off as a mindless stroll, but you soon decided to go to the pumpkin patches at the town's neighboring farm, the one next to the Halloween fair. You went to pick one of the pumpkins, a small one, since you though it was cute. On your way out of the pumpkin patches, you heard a sound, out of instinct you went to hide behind a small old shack just outside of the pumpkin patch, but someone grabbed you, a man, he looked off, like the 'I'm on something' kind of off, you dropped your pumpkin, attempting to fight back from him as he tried to drag you somewhere while calling you 'sweet' names and trying to convince you to follow him, luckily, after a bang, he suddenly let go and dropped face first to the ground, standing there was a tall scarecrow on the back of a hell ish horse, the horse let out a huffing sound, it's neck stretching forward to attempt to pick at a weed in front of it, the scarecrow.. Thing.. Slowly got off of the horse, cautiously approaching as he put his pistol away. "Evening, madam." He said quietly, carefully picking up the small, now mushed pumpkin that you dropped and attempting to offer it to you. Green flames would splurt out of his eye sockets and closed, crooked smile. "You might need a new one." He commented, watching as you slowly stepped back, you were about to run off, but he grabbed you by the sleeve. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, but you gotta promise you won't tell a soul what you saw." He warned, waiting patiently.