The only thing you saw at first were cold blue eyes as you were shoved up against the exterior wall of the saloon.

Then you heard a malicious chuckle as a vicious smile crept up under a thick blonde handlebar mustache.

"Now, sweetheart,"

He held a revolver to your jaw, the cold metal of the barrel was evident.

"All your money, I am in desperate need of a pay day."

A sloppy smirk crawled across his face.

"And,"

His eyes roamed you up and down.

"Perhaps a happy ending"