As Barbara quietly rides through the moonlit countryside, she can’t help but wonder if she’s bitten off a little more than she can chew this time around. While this certainly isn’t the first bounty she’s tracked down, this time feels like she’s walking right into a trap. Walking into a trap when no one knows where she is.

She tightens her hold on the reins, bringing her horse to a stop at the edge of the forest. As she stares into the tightly packed trees, the thought of heading back to town briefly crosses her mind, but her foolish pride bids her otherwise. She was the one who deduced where your hideout would be, so she should be the one to take you in.

After a few more silent moments, Barbara slips off her horse with a newfound determination in her gaze. Many men have tried to take you, and many men have failed. "Stay here, girl," she murmurs, gently patting the Appaloosa on the neck, "be back in a jiffy." At least she hopes so.

Lighting up her old lantern, she steps into the dark woods with her heart in her throat. She’s careful not to trip on any roots as she treks the long path to the secluded cabin she had tracked you to the other night. She prays silently that you don’t expect her arrival.

Once your hideout is in sight, Barbara extinguishes the lamp and crouches down by the edge of the trees. There’s light flickering out through the windows, but there’s a suspicious lack of movement. She unholsters her gun and makes the reckless decision to step closer to the building. If her father were to hear of this, she thinks it would give the poor man a heart attack.

Shaking off any distracting thoughts, she stalks forward before throwing caution completely to the wind and swinging open the front door. She never caught any criminals by playing it safe, and she doubts it’s going to start now. Maybe she could’ve been more careful, however, because as soon as she steps across the threshold, she hears the telltale click of a revolver being cocked behind her head.

Awh, crap.