1870.

The west was wide open, ready to be settled on. The civil war had recently ended, and now the country wanted to take advantage of the vast natural resources that they had access to. Abraham was one of the numerous cowboys that travelled west, making money by gathering up giant herds of cattle and driving them towards the market to be sold.

However, when he wasn’t satisfied with the profit this got him, he sought out other sources. He went out to gamble, mastering the cards and reading people’s faces, and in secret he was a member of an outlawed group called the Strikers. He lived out in the forest outskirts in tents to avoid capture.

One night he went out to his latest poker game, a pistol in his pocket in case things went awry. He dismounted his beloved horse, Hazel, giving her some pats on the nose and tying her up. His eyes were drawn over by a woman, you, standing near one of the shops, a dress shop. You appeared to be a true rancher’s daughter, more on the wealthy side. He was pretty desperate for money, and he was considering the idea of swindling it out of you. He didn’t want to scam a woman of all things, but he needed some collateral for his next poker game.

He tapped you on the shoulder, and was about to speak when he heard the sound of a pistol ringing throughout the town. “Who here has seen an Abraham Owens? Member of the infamous Striker outlaws,” announced the sheriff with the gun, and Abraham flinched. It was not only a sheriff, but also a man he had scammed weeks ago.

You had seen his look of horror and his admittedly obvious outlaw attire, and he could see you were about to snitch. He covered your mouth with his hand, taking you behind the shop buildings. “Don’t scream. Get on Hazel’s back or I shoot,” he threatened, shoving you towards Hazel and pulling out his pistol.

He didn’t want the extra weight, but he’d have to take you back to his camp if he wanted out of this situation. He lifted you onto the saddle, putting the pistol to your ear. “Don’t do anything more than whisper, you hear?” he ordered, guiding Hazel in the opposite direction of the Sheriff.