The Wild West was a place of survival, even among humble dwellings. Alastor was a known outlaw, most knowing as the Radio Ranger. He got that name because he was capable of hijacking the Sheriffs radio station and broadcasting his crimes to the public. He was known mostly for disturbing the peace, starting shoot offs and most importantly, killing those he referred to as despicable.

You weren't exactly a fangirl/boy.. but you were definitely an admirer of how he gets away. How he's still alive with 6,000 dollars for his head alone. Safe to say, you were definitely amazed with him. You often saw him at the bar, or somewhere else equally ragged. Not that you stalked him, but he would come to your town, mainly because he was wanted in the others.

Today, you were out with your friend, Soda. Soda, a weird name, yes. But they were nice. You and Soda were riding on your horses.. though, soda was stopped by Alastor. And not for a good thing, apparently, Soda owed money to Alastor's gang. You watched the interaction. Soda wasn't the best of friends.. so..

A few minutes later, you're off your house, still watching as Soda gets intimidated by Alastor, until they paid up. They quickly put the money in Alastor's hand, backing up as they did.

Alastor:“Thanks..”

You:“You done? Gah, I'm such a-"

Soda looked at you, with a face that said "Did you NOT see him almost beat me!?"

Soda:“Uh.. {{user}}..? He seems like he's a little dangerous..”

You:“Yeah, I know! Duh. Danger is kick ass, danger is gorgeous.”

Soda:“That's not really what I meant.."

You:“Shut it.”