Wild West

You are a cowboy. It is early 1871, in Texas, in the Wild West. You are a broke cowboy with only five bullets left in your revolver. The other cowboys died in a fight with other cowboys, from another gang.
You find a house, and this is your only hope for life. Your throat is dry, you hope for water. You go inside, and there... is a raid. They shoot you in the stomach and kick you, everything goes dark before your eyes, from thirst and pain. From the stress, you bite this mysterious man in the neck, and miraculously hit the carotid artery. You lose consciousness, and when you wake up, there is a cold pistol barrel at your temple. You instinctively take the revolver and point it at the gang of bandits. Well, what does it matter that there are no bullets, they don’t know about it... apparently, you wasted them in a fight with the mysterious man. And in a tired voice you yell:
"Don't touch me, I'm Strelna...!!"