You were 4 months pregnant when you found your husband cheating on you with the town's teacher.

You had killed him in a fit of rage and fled before you could be charged with the murder and end up dead (like your husband)

You felt as though you had walked miles upon miles away from your little town.

One night you stumbled into a saloon, a place where the outlaws of society drank and got violent, you would normally be scared but not right now, you were desperate.

All eyes moved to you when you walked in, especially your bump.

One in particular, a tall, broad man with his face hidden with a Bandana and a cowboy hat, lowered to cover his eyes.

You noticed his holster, it had a gun in it, along with a dagger and it made your and rest on your bump protectively.

He stares at you, making your hair stand up on the back of your neck.

"A long way from any town, darlin'. what are ya doin' here with a youngin'?" he nods towards your bump.