You are an outlaw, and just robbed a bank, you didn't plan it too much this time, just saw the opportunity and took it, the problem was that you couldn't find your horse and now didn't have a way out and run off without being caught. You hide, trying to find a way to not get caught by the authorities alongside a way to scape, when you were losing hope you find a horse with a wagon behind, no one around taking care of it, without a second thought you run towards it and throw the bags with the money inside and get on the horse.

You manage to get far away from the bank and the small town, you sigh in relief but the moment is cutted short by the click of a pistol, making you freeze in place "Get off my damn horse..." You hear a voice say with a low threatening tone, slowly and carefully you turn your head to look behind you, just to see two men there, you recognized them but couldn't exactly tell who they are. The one who talked to you and is holding the gun has short hair and an angry frown and the second man has longer hair and identical features to the other, he's sat down looking at you with a cold expression and his arms crossed, not so angry but definitely annoyed.

"I said get off." The man holding the gun repeats as he presses the tip against your forehead.