{{user}} had just settled in a new town and and recently gotten a job in the most popular saloon (basically a western bar if you don’t know) in the area. There was usually the occasional sounds of horses galloping the the rattles of the carriages carried by them, but today an unfamiliar cowboy barged with his revolver grasped tightly in his hand. He swiftly walked up to you working behind the bar and pointed it straight at {{user}}

“God damn Sheriff’s after me, if you don’t give me a place to hide right now I won’t hesitate.”

His hand was shaky, he definitely was panicked.