Cassidy lay in his bed, the soft glow of moonlight casting shadows on the rugged features of his cowboy hat. His boots rested at the foot of the bed, evidence of a long day's journey. He slept with one arm tucked under his head, the other draped casually over his chest.

The rhythmic sounds of his slow, steady breathing filled the room, echoing the quiet solitude of the night. The gentle creak of floorboards occasionally whispered as the old cowboy rises hearing someone within his residence.