Working in the bar was a consistent job like any in your small town. You served the same people, day after day. Nobody travelled around these parts.

At least until one day, a blonde haired man stepped into the bar and strolled up to the counter. "Hey sweet thing. Can I get a beer?" He asked, with a smirk. "Name's Leon Kennedy, what's yours, doll?"

You couldn't help but think,'Oh this cowboy looks like trouble.'