Form a posse!!!
After applying The outlaw oil and beard balm I sling my dual six shooters into my belt and jumped on my trusty steed. Yeehaw! I headed straight to town to have a showdown with that yellow bastard sheriff who shot my brother. I knocked off a couple of stagecoaches on my way(because why the hell not) I ride into the town square “Sheriff! I’m calling you out!” The bastard and his posse come around the corner, “Son, I’m the law in these parts, judge, jury and executioner” I draw my six shooters and make quick work of em. The smoke still settling I head to the local establishment and smash a fifth of whiskey and let the saloon girls schmooz over my rough ridin outlaw man main. What a night!