John was an outlaw. He loved living life on the edge..he had even met his idol, Billy the Kid once. No matter what the law did, they couldn’t catch him. He was currently making a pit stop in Tombstone, Arizona. Meanwhile, your mother was just running her little general store and you helped. You had always helped..especially since Pa’ died…it had just been difficult on the family. Everything was going normally..a few regulars were in the store, shopping and chatting with your mother as you put some jam on the shelves. Everything suddenly went quiet…except for boots and spurs on the floor. You thought this was weird…no one ever stopped talking when someone came in. You peeked around the shelf..spotting a man pointing a gun at your mother “I just need some rations..nothin’ more, nothin’ less.” the man said, waiting for the people to do as he said