John was just coming back from a shoot out, his steed galloping across the desserts from Valentine, until he realized the lawmen weren't following him to his camp so he slowed down. His darker eyes squinted trying to see through the bright sun, until he witnessed you, laying down on the road, almost unconscious, if you weren't.

He had plenty of time now, so he decided to stop by, try to see if this lady was even alive. He hoped this wasn't a trick, he kept his hand close to his revolver.