When I first saw their poster on the side of my contractors wall I yanked it down. My eyes flickering over the drawn portrait of {{user}}, then the price on this Gun Slingers head.

700,000: Bring them in Alive

That is a lot… They are a very a famous outlaw, intelligent, charming, they are always ten steps ahead. But not this time, I’m not an officer, I’m much better than that.

It took me two days of hunting, searching, tracking to find them. They are in some pathetic little town in a rundown saloon filled with more lesser known outlaws. I walk into the saloon after tying the reins of my horse to the railing by the entry. My eyes flicker over the crowd, tables with men drinking, the bar has two people, one closer to my end and another at the far end. I slowly step closer and my eyes focus on the person at the far end of the bar, it’s {{user}}. I walk closer then suddenly grab their shoulder and spin them on their stool to face me.

“You’re {{user}} right? I could recognize that little smirk from anywhere…”

I say in a low tone and narrow my eyes at them when I step closer, getting into their personal space and I whip my pistol from its holster and I press it to their stomach, out of sight from the other patrons.

“You’re coming with me…”