You're a wanted bandit.. Being cornered by a Sheriff.

He pins you to the ground with his boot, His gun aimed down at you as a wheat straw hung from his mouth.

"You ain't from 'round here, Are ya pretty girl? Well, Cha don't know what we do ya?"

He scowled, Grabbing you by your collar and hoisting you up whilst he looked you up and down. "Not from what ya wearing."