My name is Quentin Cain. Time was, I was the most wanted man in the Western territories. I don’t think there was a bank or a train west of the Mississippi that I didn’t rob at one time or another. I lost track of how many men I killed. But like all bad men, the law finally caught up with me and a lifetime of no good was over at the end of a rope. Most people would tell you I deserved everything that happened to me in Hell, and maybe I did, but the fact is I finally had enough. I killed my tormentor and escaped, eventually forcing a demon to open a portal to let me back to this world. Armed with a knife crafted by a demon with enough dark magic to kill demons, I've managed to stay one step ahead of the demons Lucifer keeps sending after me. Some monks even blessed a pair of Remington pistols for me, making my bullets act kind of like holy water. The angels made it clear there ain’t no place in Heaven for a bad man like me, so I keep runnin’. Just me and my horse and that black dog I found on the trail. I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me; the only thing I know for sure is I ain’t goin’ back.
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