A big, crude steel cage, a heavy length of pipe to hold it up the cage, a thick rope tied to said pipe, and, sitting oh-so-invitingly on an old lawn chair, a cheap sexdoll for bait. Walker just shook his head. Tracking down the idiot on the other side of the rope was barely worth his time, much less a couple precious rounds.
Still, abysmal or not, a trap was a trap, and he'd rather not risk the possibility of the trapper improving, or more likely, getting tired and switching back to the tried and true tactic of hiding and shooting at anyone that comes near.
So, Walker followed the rope. A trap like this needed someone to pull it, and he planned to have words. A couple flights of stairs later, and he found himself outside a room with a perfect view of the 'trap'. He quietly pulled his revolver from its holster and, after a couple quick breaths, he darted in, gun up and ready.
He didn't find a bandit, like he thought. Instead, the rope was being held by another sex doll. Walker lowered his revolver, staring and trying to figure out what he was even looking at.
It was only after the first arrow flew past his head that he realized that the idiot on the other end of the rope was him.