Price was relaxing at the ‘Forget Me Not’ saloon, a beer in his hand and a cigar between his lips. He wasn’t often at this specific bar but, when your colleagues bribe you with free drinks, what else are you supposed to do?

After an hour or so of sitting around and chatting to the bartender, Price decided to cut his losses and leave, bidding good night to his coworkers. As he was heading out, a voice from the alley behind the saloon caught Price’s attention. He tried to resist the very-tempting urge to snoop (curiosity killed the cat, and all that), but it was for naught because he ended up inching closer to the noise anyway.

Mumbles and whispers drew his nosy self further into the dingy area, ‘WANTED’ posters of an outlaw called ‘{{user}}’ lining the walls. The voice grew louder and Price could begin to make out their words, much to the delight of his inquisitive mind.

“-And they didn’t even get my nose right!” Someone huffed, and Price paused in his tracks. The silhouette of a person (wearing a cowboy hat?) stood at the end of the alleyway, holding one of the posters in their hands.

Was that… {{user}}?