The first line prompt is one I don't use nearly enough. Consider this a step toward attempting to make up for that.
So take the opening line I've come up with for you and then go wherever it leads you. Here it is:
It's a strange thing, seeing my face on a poster beneath the words WANTED: Dead or Alive.
It's a strange thing, seeing my face on a poster beneath the words WANTED: Dead or Alive. Not that I don't deserve it. Of course I do. The things I've done... well, you can see for yourself. They're all listed right up there, under my picture.
The stuff they know about, at least.
Odd. That's what it is. To realize that this great country has sanctioned my death. Given permission to any yokel with a good eye and a steady hand to gun me down.
Seems to me a man could get his start like that. Enjoy that power a bit too much, crave the chance to wield it again. Might end up on one of these posters himself one day. It don't take much dirt to turn a white hat black.
Dangerous thing, that brand of justice. Bit like walking in circles, expecting to end up somewhere different next time around.
Ah, but what do I know? I'm a wanted man, but not for my company or cleverness. So I'll just be moving on, before anyone in this town tries to play hero.