John accompanied you near the campfire, the orange glow from the fire gleamed on his features. Between his two fingers, he held a lit cigarette which he occasionally brought to his chapped lips. The smoke caused you to cough and soon enough, his eyes were on you.

The outlaw took noticed of a piece of clothing you wore, one that was passed down to you from a deceased close friend of his. His eyebrows furrowed while his glare grew more intense.

“Take that damn thing off.” John demanded.