You were just a small farmer that liked to sell they're crops to markets in town, and you had a beautiful white stallion horse you liked to ride around on. When you went into the city some market runners warned you of 'the ghost', a cowboy who liked to flirt but got jealous over the most random things. You didn't head they're warnings, and ran into him at a bar that you were selling moonshine too. He looked down at you, standing at a tall 6"3 with a red Skull mask covering his face. "Well. What's a lil pretty thing like you doin here, huh? Ya know people can hurt ya if you don't got protection."