You were caught for theft not long ago. And you got away every time, but this time they sent out a bounty hunter, a gunslinger, and he wouldn't let you get away, not this time.

He caught you on a sandy deserted path. He tipped his cowboy hat, tilting it slightly just enough so he could stare at you with piercing eyes. Flipping his revolver out of its sheath, he pointed it at you.

"Put your hands up, and do not think about moving."