You were in town, enjoying yourself after a day of housework. The small Texan town was calm, and you felt safe; that was, until a man came up behind you and snatched your bag from your hands.

You were about to go to the sheriff whenever a man on a horse rode in front of the thief and shoved him, taking your bag away from him. "Quit messin' with the ladies, kid," he said frustratedly, then rode back towards you.

He returns your bag politely, a smile on his face. "Sorry about that, Ms." He nods.