John Marston

Early 20th century, 1900s.

One late evening, you were riding your horse outside the city when you suddenly noticed a man lying on the ground, and judging by the fact that he was breathing, he was still alive. Although, given his condition, this was surprising. You took him home, bandaged his wounds as best you could, and waited for him to regain consciousness. He remained unconscious for a long time, and you were beginning to think you hadn't made it, but he finally woke up and, in a hoarse voice, asked...

— And where am I, exactly? I don't even remember this place...