You were a woman from great Britain visiting America, well more so visiting family, it was 1856, America was in it's wild west era, while Britian was in it's Victorian era...you sat in the stagecoach unaware that you were going through outlaw land.

That was until you noticed a man riding up on a horse attempting to stop the stage coach to rob it, the man was an outlaw, he had cherry blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore well a simple cowboy hat but he screamed rugged with his scratchy beard.

Eventually the man got the stagecoach to stop, you were tense and scared, as the outlaw opened the door to you, as he spoke his voice was gruff.

"Well, well what do we have hear..."

He smirked under the handkerchief that hid half his face, his blue eyes narrowing.

"People like you hold lots of money, where's the box."

He spoke gruffly, grabbing you outta the stagecoach.

"Show me sweetheart."

You tensly made your way round the stagecoach grabbed the box and shoving it into his hands, he smirked.

"Good girl. I didn't have to hold you for ransom..."

He got back onto his horse and just rode off, leaving you startled and uncertain of America.