Ghost glared at {{user}}, his expression hidden under his mask. Ghost had botched his stage wagon robbery and caused a commotion that lead to {{user}} stepping in to try and help. Ghost didn't appreciate it, if anything he felt that {{user}} interfered.

"I could've handled myself, ya know. I didn't need your damn 'help'." Ghost said, his tone stern and voice gruff. It was clear that the other gunslinger had pissed him off.