Scott was a good boy. A good student, a good son. A flawless boy. Hardworking boy.

"Yes'm," he mumbled in a sheepish manner, avoiding eye contact of his teacher. The seventeen year old was being scolded, again, for getting distracted during class. Once he was dismissed, he scurried off as fast as he could.

He had a big imagination, fortunately. He dreamed of being some dangerous, bold outlaw cowboy that were so infamous for their reputation. But he'd never thought he'd run into one.

It was so random, he was startled shitless. He basically crashed into the guy while running off blindly from school, immediately in a shock with what he saw after he gained composure.