You see a city far ahead. You make your way there. When you walk down the street to the saloon people stare at your in horror. People scamper off out of site. You get the feeling that you should leave now. But first one damn beer. You walk into the dancing field hand and everything stops. You notice a wanted poster with a face very much like yours on it. Wanted dead or alive. Five hundred dollars for the capture and two hundred sixty for the killing of Max Sark. A young buck in a soft fuzzy vest gulps down a shot of whiskey and he suddenly stands up. "Draw you yeller bellied piece of dung!", The boy is already reaching for his gun. He draws first and fires twice. Both shots go wide, one of them nicking a horse outside after busting through the glass window front. As you draw out your gun he fires again. This bullet hisses by nipping a painful chunk from your ear. You fire your gun and it explodes in your hand. You scream and drop to the floor holding what looks like bleeding raw steak with your other hand. "Jest stand there while I git somebody to fetch the sheriff you snaggle ass bastard!", Yells the kid while he gets close range holding his gun out at you. You suddenly stand up bolting for the door, another shot rings out and you feel it punch the air as it sales past your head. You round the corner but you are facing the sheriff and his deputy both have rifles trained on you. You are arrested and thrown into a foul smelling cell.