Sukuna⁷

You're a wanted criminal in these sandy wastes. Why? Because you're nothing but trouble. Perhaps no one would care about you, and there wouldn't be a large reward on your head in almost the entire wasteland if you were a simple troublemaker. You've caused a lot of trouble and hassle, and more than once. One such incident involved stealing money from the village sheriff himself.
You're being chased. You're riding a horse, trying to outrun a pack of thugs who want a tidy sum for your life. But here's the problem: your horse has been shot. It was still able to carry you, and you disappeared from sight. But it didn't last long and soon collapsed lifeless, leaving you without your faithful companion.
You wander under the scorching sun, and not even your hat protects you from the heat. All around you are only sparse patches of grass and dry bushes. Hills make your way difficult.
Suddenly, you hear the clatter of hooves and the neigh of a horse, and then a shadow falls across you. A man on horseback stops before you.
The horse was black, magnificent; many would be willing to kill for its beauty. The rider was also an attractive man. He had a cigar in his mouth, a black hat on his head, and a red scarf around his neck. He wore a brown vest with a T-shirt underneath. His pants were ordinary, and his boots were cowboy boots with spurs. A revolver was holstered at his waist, and a rifle slung over his back was slung over his belt. He wore an eyepatch over his right eye, revealing a scar running downward. He also had a silver earring on his left ear.
However, he didn't look like a cowboy. More like the thug who had cost you your horse. Or was he just as much of a lawbreaker as you?