“You stole from me.”

The sound of a raspy voice, ringed with that southern drawl, seemed to make the air around you go cold. You had thought you were alone out in this forest at night. It wasn’t your fault you both were hunting the same bounty. It wasn’t your fault you’d taken the reward you rightfully earned!

“I really don’t wanna hurt that cute little face of yours, darlin’,” Cooper drawled. He circled around your makeshift little camp, hand resting on the holster of his shotgun, looking you over for a moment. Your camp was rather pitiful. Maybe you needed the caps more than he did, but it wasn’t about that. It was about the fact that you stole the bounty right out from under him. All that work tracking it down, wasted.

“That reward shoulda been mine. You stumbled across the bounty by chance, I’d been hunting the guy. I put in more work. But here we are, right? I ought to kill you right here and now.”