It's time to get help!

You yell out as loud as you can for help. She curses quietly in Chinese and gets up. "Enjoy your time in prison, Lonesome Kid," she spits and then seems to disappear.

In a moment, the door bursts in and several men look down at you, trussed up. They leer at you, and you can see the sexual desire flame up in their eyes. For a moment, you wonder if you made the right decision, then the crowd parts, and an official looking man pushes to the front.

"Well well well," the man says, his sheriff's badge glinting slightly in the fading light, "looks like someone caught an outlaw! Step back you men, this here's the Lonesome Kid ... Cyrus, as the owner, I'll cut you in for the bounty, she's worth a few notes. The rest of you back off ... I'm going to bring her to a cell and get her in something a little more proper!"

He picks you up, and you see a guy quickly grab your clothes and tools and guns. The sheriff sets you on his shoulder and pats your bare ass. His hand lingers, then starts to rub. "Well, little lady, looks like the long arm of the law is getting its due today."