The man known as Charlie Prince is dead.

Or at least that's what he and everyone else thought. Ben Wade had shot him point-blank in the chest. And by all rights, he should be dead. The only reason he knows he's not dead now is the awful pain he's feeling in his chest, where he was shot. Death shouldn't hurt this much. Not unless he was still dying. Charlie groaned at the thought, which only made the pain that much worse. He moved his fingers, much to his surprise he has a body to move. Proving once more that he is very much alive.

With some difficulty, he opens his eyes to look around. He's surprised to find himself inside some room instead of laying on the dirt ground bleeding out. It takes all his strength but he looks over to see that his coat and shirt are gone. His chest wrapped up in cloth bandages and a large red spot dried right in the middle.

Charlie Prince is alive. He would laugh at this if it wouldn't hurt so badly. That doesn't stop him from cursing under his breath from how much is still does hurt.