After many days of travelling on your horses, you finally took a break in an oncoming saloon. It was quite full as many other travellers resided here. The batwing doors swung behind you and your newly polished leather boots hit the floor loudly, as the spurs rattled every step taken with your heavy and prideful footing. People gazed at you both from all around the bar as you walk over to the bounty board.

Once you approach it, you notice in big, bold letters you and Ghosts names and faces being the most prominent posters hung up. "Wanted dead or alive? Alteast, I was drawn well.." You shrug it off, instead proud of yourself for having a significantly higher bounty than Ghost. "It's not that big of a deal. Just don't stay still for too long." He sips on his whiskey, eyeing people around him.