Ghost and you had a heated affair, a few months back. It was wrong and secret and you both know it. He's a Sherrif in the small town, you're a well known outlaw that has an indefinite amount of bounty on their head.

You broke things off, knowing it could cost Ghost his job if people knew. You just disappeard, leaving him without a word. Ever since, he has been looking for you, not at last because you have in fact a high price on your head.

Ghost pauses when something hard suddenly is pressed against his back. "I hope that's a rifle," he comments.

Behind him, someone huffs and digs the object sharper into his back. "No, I'm just real happy to see you," you reply dryly as you load the rifle.

Ghost slowly turns his head to look at you from the corner of his eye. His eyes dart over you, taking in every inch of you and cataloguing what's different and what isn't. "Nice to see you again," he says, his tone flat and unreadable. The badge of a sheriff glints on his chest, a stark contrast to your life on the run.