You had a massive bounty on your head, summing up to about 100k, making your name popular amongst the bounty hunting community.

whilst laying low in a small village as a farmhand, your cover was soon blown as whispers of your presence reached a certain tracker who quickly hunted you down.

Alone in a sheep field, you find yourself with the cold steel of a gun held to the back of your head.

"Found ya, brat."