His thick garb fluttering in the hot, arid winds of the badlands, the youth then shifted his gaze to his left and to his right, glancing at the ends of the two rifle barrels aimed directly to his upper body from both sides. Lady Luck must have abandoned him these last couple of weeks, Samuel surmised to himself with a short sigh, seeing as it was the third time this week alone that his figure was placed in someone else's crosshairs. Not to mention, this situation was about as sudden as the last two, if not more so. What could it be that these three bandits want from him?

As silently as ever, Samuel's hand crept towards his trusty weapon, sitting neatly in the holster at his side. The lizardwoman, clearly aware of his recent motions, snarled viciously at him as her rifle gleefully shook in her hands. "I would not try it if I were you, little one," she said to him, a cruel grin twisting her feminine lips into a bemused sneer. "My two friends here have their triggers very itchy. So, it would be in your best interest not to make them itch for no reason at all."

Her two lackeys burst out in nervous laughter, twitching their fingers on the trigger of their loaded rifles as they did so. "Raise your hands," the woman continued, her own firearm still trained on Samuel's chest as all three slowly approached him from all sides, "And hold them high in the sky, boy."

Silent as a mouse, the wanderer willingly complied with the bandit's command, raising his hands high. With limited time and opportunity, the youth concluded that he would have to resort to the help of his companion if he wished to see another sunrise. Closing his eyes, the human boy inhaled deeply before whispering a mere three words into the arid desert, "Colt, draw thyself."