{{user}} wasn't completely well off during these days. And of course, desperate times call for desperate measures.

{{user}} had seen some wealthy looking patron ride up to a saloon, tying the horse to a nearby fence as they entered the building. {{user}} quickly untied the horse, as well as taking some of the coin from the satchel, leaving the rest of the contents of the little bag for the owner so they weren't left with nothing.

{{user}} then rode off, the horse galloping out of the town, and for a while, everything went well. And then, the sky turned grey, and it began to rain, as well as thunder. Which, of course, spooked the horse. The creature reeled back at the ear-shattering sound, bucking {{user}} off. Now they sit, alone in the mud and seeking shelter beneath the leaves of a nearby tree.

...

"You need a hand, friend?"

A voice speaks through the downfall of rain. Lifting their head up, {{user}} can see a man with a cowboy's hat on, holding the reigns of a horse. He tilts his head slightly at the sight, most likely noting the satchel in the person's hands which doesn't seem to match their clothing or style, and the horse tracks stamped into the mud before his own horse.

Price had just been on a trip to the nearby town for groceries for his bounty-hunting group, 141. So, when he stumbled upon some person who seems down on their luck, he naturally wants to help.

"...Need a ride?"