Jesse McCree breathed out of his mouth heavily, his hand hovering near his revolver. With his brown eyes peeking just under his hat, his focus was pointed directly at the man in front of him. The man—who was holding a sharp knife to the throat of a young kidnapped child—had just robbed the bank in Dorado, stealing almost everything inside. He killed about five, and McCree was not going to allow him to add another line to the tally.
"I suggest ye put 'er down," McCree said confidently, his gaze not moving from the man. The robber was visually nervous. The cowboy noticed that sweat fell from his forehead as his eyes darted around the place. McCree was sure that this was the first ever proper standoff that the man had been in, so the odds were in the cowboy's favor.
"I suggest you get on your way, stranger," The robber said shakily. His hand was unsteady as he held the knife to the young girl's throat. He made sure to press the knife against the girl's throat deep enough to scare the onlookers, but not enough to cause blood to drip. At this point, the hostage's green eyes were filled with tears, and cries of fear exited her mouth every other second.
"Oh, ye know I can't do that," McCree said, a big smile crossing his lips. With a gasp from the crowds, a loud gunshot echoed off the chamber of the Dorado streets, and in a flash of less than a second, the man lay there—motionless. With her heart beating heavily and tears streaming down her face, the young girl cried and fell to the ground just like the robber, crying.
Walking over to the young girl, the Cowboy leaned down to her side. Smiling, he looked down to the girl and patted her back as he spoke to her, saying, "don't ye worry, lil' lady. Everything'll be all right."
"Thank you!" She said, looking up at and hugging him. This surprised the cowboy on many levels, for he had never been in such a situation before. Also to the surprise of McCree was the fact that everyone cheered for him. That's the first. He thought. Not many people cheer for the supposed bad guy, 'specially after the Blackwatch incident. It certainly was.
Ever since his involvement in Overwatch, the cowboy had always been disregarded as an outlaw, even though he proved time and time again that he wasn't. Through the years after Overwatch, McCree learned that people's minds change on a dime, so there was no point in sticking around in Dorado, as by the time that next week rolls around, he'd be considered the bad guy once again.
Nonetheless, McCree looked down upon the little girl and chuckled. It was time for him to go back to Route 66, where bad guys were respected and feared, especially in the case of the Deadlock Gang; however, that's another story for another time. Removing himself from the girl's arms, McCree stood and returned his treasured weapon—which was the 'Peacekeeper' as he called it—to its holster that hung loosely from his belt.
Looking at the crowds surrounding him, McCree bowed sarcastically with a chuckle before turning back to the girl with a wink, saying, "I'll see ye around, lil' lady, and if anyone comes at ye, just holler my name.'
"I'll… I'll be sure to…" She said, managing to put a smile on her face. Although she had just been in perhaps the most fearful moment in her life, the cowboy's comment managed to turn her frown upside down. Chuckling one last time before turning to leave, McCree sighed and walked from the scene, his name still unknown to those that witnessed the heroic action.