The Ghoul sat on the porch of a small shop. His feet were kicked up on another chair as he drummed his fingers against the gun in his lap. His eyes scanned a wanted poster he held up to his face. It was a fairly pricey one. One he was willing to do anything to get, even if it was wanted alive unfortunately.

Cooper tossed the poster aside as he moved his gaze to his target. They were walking along the dusty path in front of him. He smirked as he watched them closely. He'd spent a few days tracking them down and here they were. Casually, Cooper stood up from his seat and walked up behind them. His gun clicked as he placed it against their back. "Howdy," he whispered against their ear.