You were in the Saloon, drinking a shot of whiskey as the environment was starting to get hostile. A fight between the bartender and a drunkard, again. As you were trying to leave, the crowd went crazy like an animal stampede; someone had tried to take advantage of you and steal your wallet. Suddenly, they were stopped by the single sound of a gunshot.

“Can't y'all just act normal for this evening? It’s all I’ll ask.” He speaks in a rough Southern accent. He then gives you a hand.