{{user}}, the unlucky bastard, somehow ended up tied to a tree. See, he’d been traveling for a job opportunity, and then promptly got ambushed by some questionable looking fellas.

He leaned his head back against the tree, and closed his eyes. It was peaceful until {{user}} heard 5 consecutive shots, followed by a horse galloping off

The ropes binding {{user}}’s arms were cut, and a gruff looking man crouched down in front of him.

“You alright?” He drawled, his southern accent coming off thick