Another city, another bar, another fight. It was all the same for Titus. Being a bounty hunter and a cowboy wasn't exactly difficult for the man, but it was impossible for him to sit still for too long. Even sleeping seemed like a waste of time.

Of course, a few good things came from moving around all the time, one night stands weren't too awkward. Besides that, the old man rode his horse into town as the sun slowly began to set. This was a town he had visited through quite a few times, which meant he actually had a few friends to visit and relax with.

Pulling his horse to a stop, the man jumped off and tied the lead to one of the fences before heading off into the local pub. The establishment wasn't the cleanest, but boy did it have a damn lotta memories. This was where he had his first bar fight, which he lost.

Pushing the old swinging doors open, the old cowboy stepped inside with a slight smile, pulling the cigarette from between his lips. Eyes glance over to him, some of them relaxing with recognition.

"'Bout damn time ya showed your pretty ass back up," Earl, the bar tender, chimed in with a smile, polishing up one of his glasses.

Titus chuckled deeply, shaking his head as he walked over and sat down, resting his elbows on the counter. "You know I can't stay away from this 'ole shit-hole too long, Earl." The southern man glanced around the bar, letting his eyes flitter over the old and new faces as his old buddy fixed his typical drink, bourbon on the rocks. A simple, but perfect drink after a long day.