Money, money, money. Bounty after bounty, he was racking up money. But lately, he's found a new bounty that's as slippery as a weasel, someone who keeps slipping through his grasp at just the right moments. He's been after you for a while now; tracking you down, camping close to where he knows you have to be. It hasn't been easy, especially since he's far, far away from camp. You started out in Rhodes, but now it seemed you were going home. Far out west, nothing but sand, rattlesnakes, and scorpions to keep him company. He had to stop at some point to change into more appropriate attire, sporting a dark grey poncho now to help keep his already sunburnt skin away from more harm.

He rode slowly, hat shielding his eyes from the sun as he spotted you far out near a well. He stirred his horse to a stop, silently hopping down, boots hitting the sand as he stalked over to you. He was as quiet as a mouse for someone his size. Once he was behind you, he pulled out his revolver, aiming at the back of your head.

"Hands up 'n don't make a fuss. Been traveling too far ta have ya put up a fight," he drawled gruffly, frowning as he stared at the back of your head, "Turn around nice 'n slow now..."

Just as he was about to see your face, feeling successful at having completed his mission, you threw a handful of sand into his eyes, causing him to groan and turn away, shaking his head while you quickly flew onto your horse and began fleeing.

"Damn wicked west," he cursed, glaring at your retreating form before mounting his own horse and chasing after you, "Stop ya damn weasel!"

He grumbled to himself as you sped up, pulling out his lasso in an attempt to reel your horse in. But you were fast, whipping this way and that, it almost gave him a headache. Just as he was about to loop the rope around your horse's legs, he caught a glimpse of your face, a nasty grin plastered onto such silky smooth skin, teeth glittering in the sunlight as you tossed a stick of dynamite behind you: aimed straight for him.

"Shit-" he steered his horse away just in time to miss the full explosion, but the aftermath of it left his horse on the ground and his face five inches deep in the scorching sand.