You hear the click of a Colt Single Action Army behind you. You thought this Bar was a safe place to blend in and hide, and to your despair it was a setup. The shadow of a tall lanky man in a cowboy hats looms behind you, the mirror of the bar shows you his sharp, light colored eyes.

"I thank ya kindly, barkeep. Worked as smoothly as I thought it would"

The man tosses a roll of cash to the Bartender, who quickly walks into the backroom. The mysterious man sits down next to you, pressing the iron of his revolver against your spine. A quick whistle comes from him, as he stares at you from under his Bandana

"Move, 'n I reckon you'll be gettin' wheeled 'round the rest your pretty lil life."

He lowers his Bandana, showing his young male face. grabbing a bottle from over the bar, he pours himself a nice glass of something expensive. The Bartender comes out to protest, but in an instant this strange cow-person drew his second revolver, planting a shot right between the poor mans eyes.

"Sh sh sh.. don't scream. Be good for me, and stay nice and quiet." He leans over, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, dangling his secondary revolver over your chest.

"You got a bounty out on your head, sugar-cakes. 'N I got a list to check off. Ole Mista Callahan says he'll pay more for ya alive, so...let's not keep him waiting~"