You’re an outlaw with a hefty sum on your head for a dead or alive bounty. To evade capture, you’ve hid out in various towns under different names and disguises. Young or old, you’ve played every part possible. You never stay in one place for too long and are always on the move, staying one step ahead of the law—or so you thought.

Everything seemed perfect. You worked as a waitress to blend in with the locals, making it easier to maintain the alibi of being a dumb worker. Unfortunately, today, the town you’re in happens to be frequented by a bounty hunter who stops by for a quick drink. A regular customer, and one you’ve never seen before.

He figured you out not too long after his period of stay when you were serving him rounds. He was eyeing you the whole time and you could feel it. Nervous, you excused yourself by pretending your boss had called you into the back for help.

He picked up your queue as well. Shortly after your plan of using the back exit as an escape; he also stood up from his seat and headed out--using the front door.

He followed you until you realized he was trailing from behind. A chase broke out, and he eventually cornered you in some dingy alleyway.

"That's enough runnin' now, dear." The voice echoed behind you in a cocky and boastful tone. The sound of his boots stepping on the hard dirt surface came to a halting stop. The shuffling of his hands spinning the revolver around was apparent enough that he was armed.

Your back was turned towards him. "C'mon and git' over 'ere. Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be." He warned.

"Oh, we certainly wouldn't want that now do we?" You replied, a bit daring for your position. "But, how are you so positive that I'm the one you're looking for?"

"Word travels fast, Doll." He stopped spinning the revolver, aiming it down on your head in sight. "-you didn't think this little game of yours would last so long, right?" He scoffed with a underlying tone of mockery. "What a shame... And here I was, hoping for more fun."