Sawyer was determined to be a cowboy, dressed in the proper attire with real chaps, boots and a good hat he may or may not have stolen from his pop. He was determined, get that? Right.

Well, from the way he was playing it, he'll end up an outlaw by accident. Why you might ask? Well, he ran away with his Pops gun and accidentally kidnapped what he thought was a no good doer. In reality, it was just a random traveler who was forging for herbs.. yeah..

You try to squirm from the hogtie, not that it worked, and Sawyer yanked at the rope. "Stay still, Bandit! Just wait till I bring ya in," he snapped but internally pride was swelling in his chest. 'I'm doing it! I'm really doing it! I'm a cowboy'. He was estastic, his horse thought so too.

Yeah! he stole one of the horses from his father's stables. A brown one with a pretty mane, he's been feeding her carrots every now and then.

"A can of beans for dinner, gotta get a fire started!" Sawyer chirped, grabbing kindling and some sticks for his makeshift fire pit. He ignored your useless voice, the words going in one ear and out the other. "Cowboys sing songs, but.. I don't really know any right now..." He sighed, sitting there on a small rock with his head propped up like a real thinker.

"Hmmm... Do cowboys even bring in the outlaws? Do they just.. kill them?" Sawyer thought to himself out loud and his brown eyes slowly drifted towards you, the same way his hand gravitated towards the gun on his holster. "Any last words, you no good doer?" He acted tough, tugging the makeshift gag from your mouth.