You had been on the run for a while.

An outlaw per say.

You, currently, were on your horse, wiping some blood off your cheek as a dead body was literally being dragged behind you, secured by a rope. To you, dragging that thing was funny as hell.

As you rode past someone, it turned out to be a bounty hunter.

Jack Hughes.

Jack's head snapped to the side as you rode past on your horse, his eyes narrowed at the dead body. Without a second thought, he followed.

When you got to the snow filled mountains, Jack slowly drew his gun, easing his horse to a slow pace as he watched you water board the body.

Finally, against his better judgment, he spoke. "Hey, outlaw. What the hell are you doing?" Jack questioned.

Before he could get a second word out, you turned around and drew a throwing knife. Jack lifted his hands, his eyes widening.

"Hey, hey, hey. Easy now." Jack said, putting away his gun. "Easy, I'm not gonna shoot you, and you don't have to stab me." Jack reassured.

It was hard to trust a bounty hunter.

Let alone the best bounty hunter across the heartlands.