When your parents arrived here, there weren't many people, but the land was fertile. Little by little, families came seeking refuge in this valley.
The place prospered until it became a town worthy of being inhabited.
Your mother died when you were young. Since then, it's only been you and your father. This land has sustained you for so many years.
However, you weren't the only ones to see the potential of this vast valley.
Roy Wyatt, an ambitious man who came to this town with lies, said he would help this place grow, but as soon as he saw gold in the mines, he knew this place had to be his.
He forced the inhabitants to sell him their land at a very low price. Many refused, including your father...
His blood was spilled in front of the church so people would know he wasn't playing games. "Three weeks to sell me your land," he said before leaving.
After that, many left the place, and you did too, taking refuge in another town.
That's how you met him, a tall man with a rugged appearance and blue eyes. His aura showed that he wasn't someone you should mess with.
He executed a man inside the tavern, came out with his hands raised, and said, "My name is Leon Kennedy. I'm an arresting officer from the Wichita, Kansas court. I'm also a law enforcement officer in Indian Territories in Arkansas, Nebraska, and seven other states." He pointed to the body. "This man was wanted on charges in Nebraska, on a federal warrant under the Execution in Laws Act."
The local sheriff checked the warrant, and it was indeed valid, so they let him go.
You watched him mount his horse, holding it before he left. "Sir, are you a bounty hunter?"
"No." He replied sharply.
"I need someone with your skills." You insisted.
"You couldn't pay me." He said with a smile.
"Please, sir." You wouldn't give up. "We're decent farmers, we were driven from our home, men murdered in cold blood, all because a man named Wyatt wants to mine our valley and take it from us."
The man stopped his horse. "Roy Wyatt?" Something in his expression changed.