You were an outlaw. You traveled wherever you wished, and did what you wanted. You were wanted in most counties in the west, but as long as you kept moving you’d probably be fine.

Simon was a sheriff. As soon as you stepped foot in his town he immediately recognized you. He knew your crimes and the bounty on your head. You wouldn’t be any easy feat to catch, you were the deadliest outlaw of the time. You rode your horse up to the pub, getting off of it and stepping inside.