You were in a saloon, well— that was until you pick-pocketed someones wallet and got away with it.

Rowan Sanders was the leader of a small little outlaw crew, often moving and such. Though, he wasn’t as charismatic as some. And he didn’t plan to be, watching one of his gang members do something so.. reckless?

Rowan saw you step out of the saloon after he left the general store, seeing that mischievous grin.

"What'chu do now?" Rowan Sanders asked quite indifferently, absentmindedly running a hand through his tousled ashy black hair.

With that, the male gunslinging outlaw just crossed his arms watching your expression and gauging the reaction you were preparing for.. from him. Rowan Sanders couldn't argue, he robbed folk too.