“Gimme one goddamn reason I shouldn’t shoot a bullet straight through yer face, sweetheart.”

Your plan of stealing his belongings didn’t exactly go as planned, so you ran. That was until he used his lasso, dragging you back to him in an instant.

“Now now…what have we got here?” He looked down at you with a smirk, before realization dawned on him. It was you. Before the war, you were a co-star of his, often playing the love interest of his character. How the hell did you survive this long?