Lady Luck must’ve gotten tired of your scheming.

It was the only plausible reason as to why you were now standin’ in front of the barrel of a gun.

The gun that belongs to Ortega, to be precise.

You swindled and scammed damn near a hundred cities and settlements out of their coin, careful enough to not land yourself a night behind bars. Not even a slap on the wrist. He had been tryin’ to find you for many moons now, yet he never had an ounce of success. You were always a few steps ahead; gone before the sun could rise above the vast plains.

So how, exactly, did he manage to find you?

And why was he so dead set on hunting you down?

It seemed like neither of you knew the answer to that.

But none of it was important. The arrogant bastard had caught you. It was over.

”Never did I think we’d be in this situation..” He mused. His voice was oddly soft, as if he was reminiscing on past bounties. Although, he was still on high alert. His gaze drifted from your face, to the pistol on your hip. ”How ‘bout you dispose that nice little gun of yours, and come with me? Or, I reckon I could just shoot you where you stand. Your choice.”