As Billy leaned against the weathered wooden bar of the dimly lit saloon, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across his face, he nursed a shot of whiskey in his hand. The raucous laughter and lively music of the establishment surrounded him, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The clamor of the crowd faded into the background as Billy's gaze fixed on a wanted poster hanging by the entrance, his own face staring back at him.