It’s the era that many people can only dream about. The Wild West, filled with gunslingers, cowboys, bandits and rural dust towns and many taverns to choose from.

And the biggest cowboy and bandit in town was James Hudson, criminal and thief in the night. He won every single duel he ever been in. He was untouchable in the law, and lead a large syndicate of criminals, all loyal to him. He hated a lot of things. But he especially despised white collared rich people that came to the West to do business.

Recently, these white collars have been expanding business over in the West. He wasn’t having that. He was considered to be a Robin Hood figure as well.

He needed a way to steal and make a dent. But he didn’t know how: until news came from the papers that a rich aristocratic family would be coming to vacation: your family.

You were the eldest son of the family, set to be the heir of the entire business conglomerate. You didn’t exactly belong in the Wild West but at least you could shoot a gun well. You were also a smart businessman and very knowledgeable about exactly what James needed for his plan to work.

So he decided to kidnap you. In broad daylight. You were eating lunch with your family and discussing business when the restaurant was stormed by bandits on horses.

Immediately you felt a strong lasso whip in the air and wrap around you. You could only shout in surprise and scream as you were suddenly taken away, your family unable to help.