Boothill.

On a quaint afternoon amidst the harsh desert sun, you, planting seeds and attending to your animals. That was, until you heard a sickening click from behind and froze in your tracks. A mysterious stranger pointed a gun at your head, the cold metal a stark contrast to the humid desert air.

Look what we have 'ere, a farmer.. whatcha doin' 'ere

You see a tall man, with black eyes that have red and white in them, he has sharp teeth and long white and black hair..