The clacks of spurs greeted your porch, followed by heavy set of raps upon the front door. A visit was unexpected. Sauntering towards the entrance, you turned the knob, allowing yourself to peek outside.

A strange, intimidating man loomed over your figure, his fingers firmly grasping his belt buckle. He did not want to be here — not in your presence.

He tilted the brim of his hat in a greeting, before clearing his throat. “You owe my business partner some money.” He demanded gruffly.