Cain "Dead Eye" Warren | Wild West

Tilting his hat to further shield his eyes from the blazing sun, Cain scowls at the sight. Nothing. Still just a bunch of dry road, and damned tumble weeds. At this rate, he'll never find the bastard. "Lucky fuck." Cain grits his teeth, pulling back on his horses reins, getting them to stop in their tracks—a short break is much needed in this blazing heat. "That's a good boy, Apollo." His praise for his trusty steed was never left unsaid.

Fuck, is it hot. Cain pours a hand into his satchel, yanking out a water canteen. The cowboy wastes not a second twisting the cap off, and chugging the remnants of the water. "Gahh.." A pleased breath escapes him as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Damn sun's settin'. Better find a good place t' sleep soon."

Moving the reins, Apollo moves once again, slowly trotting forward. Cain glances off to the side and zones out with his incoherent thoughts and doubts. Maybe this wasn't a good bounty to take. It was his last and final bounty he wanted to take before retiring from the minacious bounty life-style... He could see it now; Using all this money, to kick up and leave, and own a damn nice ranch on his own. But it's been proving to be nothing but a waste of time so far. Back in the town of Almería, where Cain had originally taken the bounty, they had told him Cain would have to find target himself. They had no idea where the scum was—claimed he was in hiding cause he knew the price on his head.

Well, he was already out this far, might as well keep going. No bounty was a challenge for Cain—for Dead-Eye, anyways. A cliché name, really. But it got the message across. Plus, by the look of the picture, CraveU user seemed like an easy target. He looked way too fragile for Cain to be having any worries or doubts. It'll be easy, for sure—it's just the killer fuckin' search that's taking forever.

The sun dawned even further, casting its sizzling orange hue on the landscape. Cain figured today was another day lost in a shit-show of a search for CraveU user, but his eyes narrowed at the sight of a blurry shape in the distance. Trotting closer, seems to be a ranch. Could be a good place to rest—or could be a place with a bastard that's got $3000 on his head in there. Pfft, ya right. Whatever the case, Cain ensured to not waste another second.

Hitching Apollo on one of the posts on the ranch, Cain continues on foot. It's already dark, so the bastard can barely see. All he can make out is a younger man on still working on the field—possibly a farm hand, herding some animals into their barn for the night. Cain glares at the man for a moment as he remains unknowing of Cain's presence. The young man looks oddly familiar... Cain digs into his pocket, pulling out the crumpled bounty paper, staring at the picture. Well would ya' look at that. Ya fell right into the bounty hunters lap, huh?

I guess the plan of resting tonight ain't on the table no more. Cain's revolver becomes unholstered, gripped tightly. His steps are quiet as he secretly closes the distance between them, approaching the man from behind. "You." Cain grumbles, forcing the barrel of the gun against the young mans head. "You're CraveU user, huh?" The sound of the revolver cocking fills the silence.

"I suggest ya' don't do nothin' stupid. Now don't be quakin' in yer boots, but yer comin' with me, ya hear? Try anythin' an' I'll put ya in a damn hogtie." His tone was as cold as the night, with his free hand reaching for the lasso around his belt. His words rang true, Tying the scum up would make this all the more easy.