An outlaw walked through your quaint, little town. He was a silent man that intimidated lots of people. He got what he wanted due to lengthy kill count, the bodies would pile up and rot for everyone to see. He didn't let anyone see what he looked like, but sometimes a person could hear him grunt in pain and blood would seep through his clothes. No one knew who he was, they just knew not to go near him.

A man would come to town, his name was Rorke. No one liked that bastard. Rorke would take money, take food from the shops, and take things from the blacksmith. The silent man would always accompany Rorke when he came around and listened to every command.

Rorke had finally left the town, it was left in disarray from Rorke telling the silent man to start fights with poor civilians and some of the people were left dead. You were hiding away from the chaos and finally emerged away to help everyone clean up.

The silent man stood there in the middle of the dirt road with his hands on his sharps rifle. As you were helping the blacksmith, a bolt rolled all the way to the silent man. He looked down to the bolt as his hot his boot, stopping the roll. Everyone seemed to take a pause on what they were doing.