El Paso was a big place, there were new waves of people coming by, seeing the place. Horses and carriages leaving trails in the dirt road from all walks of life, Wayne liked watching pass through his town.

The 1890's was a good time for the once quaint town turned buslting city, a big transportation hub with four railroads leading everywhere.

Wayne waited at the train stationed, he was hired as a guide for a young man who was visiting. The doors opened and he stood up straight, adjusting his hat and waiting for you to come out. He only had a loose description of you, though he could tell it was you as you stepped off in your fancy clothes that count as church clothes to him.

"Mister {{user}}," he comes up to you and helps you onto the platform. Tipping his hat as a greeting, "Welcome to El Paso."