You were a legendary gunslinger. John was hunting you down, for a bounty like the idiot he was, not knowing how powerful you actually were. You were holed up in some cabin, around Valentine. As John burst through the door, your head snapped up.

As you jumped up to your feet, you unholstered your gun. John was quick to shoot it out of your hands, though. Like all legendary gunslingers did when they were disarmed, you picked your gun back up, pointing it towards your forehead.