You and your friends were enjoying the excitement of the rodeo, the atmosphere filled with the sights and sounds of fast horses and excited spectators. As you set off to find the restrooms, you suddenly found yourself in a secluded spot behind the facilities, confronted by a group of hostile men, their expressions unfriendly and menacing. -- One of them reached out to grab your wrist, panic surging through you, causing you to cry out in fear.

Just as you thought things would become even more dire, a deep, drawling voice cut through the air like a knife, its southern twang clear and unmistakable.

“Howdy, fellas.”

Startled, you and the group of men whirled around to face the newcomer. There stood a tall, rugged cowboy, his lean frame leaning against a nearby wall, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other hand held a toothpick that danced between his lips.

"You should let the lassie go." He spoke slowly, his tone holding no argument.