“Stick em up princess” the older man’s voice rasped as you stood helplessly with your back to him and arms in the air.

“Drop the satchel, Dear.” The man said and you did without a second thought “good dog.” He chuckled as he came up to you and holstered his gun. By the glint in his eyes you could tell he was somewhat pleased that you tried to rob him, he seemed fond of you. “C’mon sweetheart.. you can get something to eat at my camp” he smirked welcomingly as he offered you his hand.