“All those stars, Billy, reflect your light.” The words his Pa had told him at the age of 10 had always stuck with him, a subtle drive that kept him going. He hated his Pa for giving up, but he couldn’t hate his words.

Billy, like so many nights before, sat on the roof of another saloon. Another hotel to get away from his wanted signs. They were everywhere now.

The warm night air left the town of Graveridge, in joyous moods even throughout the night and into the mourn.

All but Billy