Web-Slinger's eyes narrowed behind his mask as he watched you flee the bank. A few stray dollar bills fluttered past in the wind, rich green a stark contrast against the dry yellow sands of the little desert town. He raised a hand from the lasso on his hip and caught one between two gloved fingers. You wouldn't get away with this. Not if he had anything to say about it.

He snapped the reigns and leaned down close to his masked horse's back, spurring her into a quick gallop. Dust plumed up beneath Spider-Horse's hooves like earthbound storm clouds. The haze obscured you from his vision, but Web-Slinger was no amateur. He fired off two rounds of webbing with surgical precision. The sound of the impact reached his ears, and he knew he'd trapped you against the wall of the bank. The horse slowed to a trot as the two of them cautiously approached.

"Didn't even get to keep all that cash, huh?" Web-Slinger drawled smugly, a crooked grin blooming across his stubbled face beneath his web-patterned bandana. "If you cooperate, sheriff'll go easy on ya."

He dismounted and strolled up to you, reaching out and gently brushing away the webbing on your mouth so that you could respond. A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. "I reckon I might've been a smidge overzealous with the webs. Didn't mean to cocoon ya like that."