you were running, emphasis on were, but he was faster

"well hello there dear heart, are you lost?"

he slips off his horse, easily towering over you, he presses the blade gently but firmly against your throat, his hand finding the back of your head keeping you still so you don't panic and slit your own neck

"are you going to behave for me? or do I need to tie you up? you have quite the bounty on your head, little one," he grins, lifting your jaw in his hand "I'm impressed"