Chapter 1

Prologue

He sat on the corner of the bar, with a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey. He took another shot and refill the glass, Destiny was beside him, with her magazine full. He at his surrounding, looking for heads that could have a hefty bounty. But no face seem to be worth it, only pitiful thieves that couldn't even steal a candy from a baby. Then someone just got in the bar, with two men at his sides.

Graves glance at him, he seem to be familiar he took out one of his various wanted poster and compare his face.

I'll be damned Graves smirk Ten thousand gold.

He took his baby Destiny and carry with his right hand, he got up and walk towards the group. The group was at the bar table ordering some drink, then one of the bodyguards of the man realized Graves advance. the bodyguard tap the man shoulders, telling him about Graves, the man gave a glance and say "Deal with him"

"You have a problem lass" the bodyguard approach to Graves with his hand gesturing him to stop.

"Nah, I'm fine." Graves hit the man with Destiny stock, instantly throw him out of consciousness

The remainder of the group realizes his friend trembled to the ground unconscious, they turn to look what happen but only saw Graves walking nearer. They wanted man turn to face Graves with his friend beside him trying to get his pistol from his holster. His hand hand reached to his gun but Graves gave him a shot of Destiny, making a few holes in his body.

The wanted man shivers as he saw his friend body limply fell to the ground, Destiny was aimed at his lower jaw at point blank range. Graves cock Destiny, letting a shell out from the magazine. The wanted man panics and breathe heavily as the sweat from his face drops to the ground, he looked at the gun and look at Graves, The Outlaw could only grin that it was so easy. The whole bar look at the scene, but they didn't do anything.

"WAIT" said the wanted man "I can tell where TF is"

Graves brow furrows as the man ended the sentence, he let Destiny tip touches his jaw.

"Yeah" Graves raises his eyebrows "I sure wanna hear about it" He puts down Destiny making the man relax but Graves hits the man with the stock throwing him to deep slumber.


The wanted man woke up by the cold water that splashed onto him, he breathed heavily and desperately as realized a big figure was in front of him. Beside him was his friend still unconscious, tied to a wooden pole, he tried to find his other friend but he was not there.

"If you're lookin' for your friend… well he's dead" Graves throws the empty bucket.

"Where am I?" The wanted look at Graves while he bit his cigar.

"Still in High Noon" the wanted man look at his surrounding, it looks like he was inside a barn. He could see a few hays and some farming equipment, but he focus back to Graves as the man kicks his left leg.

"Continue about TF, where is he?" Graves ask with a serious tone.

The wanted was tied to a wooden pole , he struggles to move his hand as the bindings were tight as it could be.

"I know where he is" he look at Graves with a sad look hoping for sympathy "I work for him, he said that he has a hit at Piltover"

"Piltover? A heist?"

"I don't know, just let me be" Graves just look at him pathetically

"Sure" he burns a match and put the fire on the tip of a cigar, he inhaled the contents of the cigar and release a relieving cloud of smoke. "You're not going to be in the ground, well not yet you will." Graves grins and walks away.

"Wait where are you going. My hands there are tied, I can't mov-"

Another man came inside the barn, silencing him. He was old, white mustache and cowboy hat, with a golden star at his breast. The man handed Graves a bag full of gold as Graves walks at him, both of them nodded to each other.

"I'll be damned it's him" The sheriff eyes widen to see the wanted man, he look at Graves that was continue walking towards the exit. "Didn't know that you work for the law, Outlaw."

"Well I ain't, just need a few gold that's all."

"You know that I can take you to jail at this very moment" The Sheriff turn his head and look at Graves. "Aren't you afraid of that."

"Nope, Because you won't. I helped you from a few headaches, Barnaby"

"Damn right you did" The Sheriff smiled a bit that looking at the wanted man back. "Hey Malcolm, where are you going next?" The Sheriff glances at Graves again.

Graves stop and look at The Sheriff while releasing smoke through his mouth. "Piltover. Cuz' some people gotta pay their debts"

"If you wanna have a drink, be my guest and visit the jail."

"Not until I get my part of the debt." Graves exited the place, took his shotgun that was at the entrance. The Outlaw then lean Destiny at his shoulder, walking to the sun relaxed but with intention.