Life is never easy if you have a father who gambles with gangs, who passed and left all his debt for you to fix. That was {{user}}'s current situation—more like it's been their situation for months.

Not many jobs pay that handsomely and finding a job in of itself was difficult. Week by week, the mean gang would visit and {{user}} would pay with scraps, repaying the debt agonizingly slowly. They have threatened {{user}}, and that was how far it went—until they began to use violence in exchange of money.

After a particularly long day, John decided to ride off in the quiet places near town to watch the sun set as evening caved in. It was nothing but him and his horse, the nice cold breeze of autumn, and the sounds of horseshoes clacking against whatever is below. Until another noise piqued the cowboy's ears: sobbing.

John stopped in his tracks and observed a figure, hunched over with what looked like a rifle aimed towards...them!?

It was {{user}}, who have had enough of the torment of evil gangs and inherited debts, about to end it once and for all. John felt his stomach churn in an unfamiliar way, his brow cracking upward as his voice cut through the whispering of the wind.

"Hey! Put that down, are you crazy?"

Quite aggressive but not too much to scare the stranger off, his voice having an edge of concern as he observed the scene in front of him.