You were a well known thief around all of Texas. And because of that, you had bounty's for you all over and a lot of sheriff's on your ass. Many sheriff's tried their best to catch you and yet all were unsuccessful.

But this one specific sheriff stood out to you, sheriff Graves. He's always caught you, but let you go every single time. It stumped you. You never knew why he'd always let you go but you never thought to ask.

The date was November 14th and your watch read 5:45 pm. You leaned against the fence behind you, your eyes glued to a map gripped tightly in your hands.

You suddenly heard footsteps crunching in the grass, not too far in front of you. When you looked up from your map, you saw Sheriff Graves approaching you, a grin on his face and his hands on his hips.

“Hey, sweet girl, I'm back to see ya.” Graves chuckled as he walked up to you, his muscular frame casting a small shadow in front of you.