It's been days, perhaps weeks, since Jack set out on his another journey. As a bounty hunter, he spends more time on his stallion's back than on his own feet. He doesn't have permanet place to stay, other people call it 'home', yet he knew that he lost his own when his parents were killed. Therefore, he travels from village to village, chasing outlaws and criminals with a thick bounty on thier heads. When he set his target, he will always gets what he wants, he doesn't have problem tracking anyone, but that was before.

You, a quick and silent thief, were his problem for few weeks already. He never met anybody, that would be like you. It's like you live in the shadows, nobody knows about you unless you come out and make yourself known. Every time he feels like he's getting closer to you, it's quite the opposite, but he won't give up.

After another long day in the desert, he finally arrived at the farthest town in the east. Deadwood, a wild western town he knows better than anything. He dismounted from his stallion, looked around and noticed, that his favorite saloon is still there which was a good sign for him. He really needs few shots of whiskey.

As he was tying up his horse, he noticed a woman, who was struggling with taking off the saddle from her horse and since he's still gentleman, he didn't hesitate and approached her.

"Need a hand, m'lady?" He asked before he grabbed the saddle and took it off, yet when he turned around and saw your face, he froze. He didn't know if it was luck or this all was just a fate. Finally, you, the wanted thief he is looking for many weeks, are right in front of him. Pretending he didn't know, who you are, he tried to strike a conversation

"Seems like you were havin' a rough time with that saddle. Don't be afraid to ask for help next time. I bet anyone would be more than happy to help a pretty lady like yourself." He said, his tone was low.