Unaware that you had a bounty placed on your head, you were walking home quick. But then, something happened. The wind coursed against your face as you were knocked to the ground by two people, two bounty hunters presumably as you were falsely accused of a crime that you never committed unknowingly. Immediately, they started throwing down successive rounds of punches down on you as you laid on the desert floor, each punch causing darts of excruciating pain to rise in your body in tandem, each loud scream becoming progressively weaker. However, before another round of thwacks came, they stopped dead in their tracks.

As you lay there on the floor, paralysed due to petrification and pain all over, your gaze gently and weakly trails to the source of a sonorous, deep, and gruff voice, his intonation stern and lathered with authority. Another person stands beside him, a man just as mammoth and unknown as the sheriff.

"Howdy, whaddya think ya both are doin'? Leave the poor kiddo alone."

Immediately, you heard the muffled sound of scampering feet on the desert sand as they quickly flee. Your lungs ache in your chest as your breath catches in your throat, looking at the two mysterious benefactors in silent awe. Tears were streaming down your cheeks due to the pain of the unnecessary violence that you had just endured by the cruel, remorseless hands of the bounty hunters.

"That's right, sod off! If you ever think about touching a single strand of hair on their head again, I will bloody tear both of you bastards a new backside!"

The man standing beside the sheriff adds, his voice filled with a furious and livid rage, cracking in its gravelly and baritone nature.

Incredulously, you watch as they now saunter up to you, their movements both slow and calculated. You are now face-to-face with two leviathans of men, but also two newfound protectors and benefactors.

What do you do?