Only a steel pole between the two of you, your wrists bound together and visions mighty blurry from the blunt head trauma.

All you remember was having a drink in the saloon of Rhodes, before being knocked out and dragged away, finding yourself tightly bound to a random man, urging you to wake up.

"Hey, hey.. you; get up, girl."

You grumble and attempt to rub your eyes, get rid of the blur and haziness, only to find your hands bound to the ones of that same man, and the pole between you both.

"Yeah, took 'ya long enough to figure out..."

You try to turn and get a look at him, but its undeniably hard to even look to your left or right side. You sigh before taking a look at your surroundings, trying to remember how you got here, if anything was familiar.

"They're bounty hunters, said you had a nice little price on your head."

You stop looking around the room and try to look at him again, obviously unable to. Just who was this feller, and why did he know this much if you were both knocked unconscious?