The sheriff himself had you, an outlaw, hands tied as he dragged you along. His goal was to get you back to the jail and keep you there, you on the other hand had other plans.

“Sheriff I promise, I didn’t mean to!” You insisted as he tugged on your binds.

“Didn’t mean it? You saying you pulled the trigger on accident?” He scoffed, looking over his shoulder at you. He was not impressed, it’d take more than that. Murder was one hell of a charge after all.