"Hold on. 'Just wanna talk."

The massive, man of men. Goldlewis spoke to you. You were just looking for a bounty out in Lars Canyon. But the big man followed you here. How strange? You haven't done anything to piss off the states. Have you?

He swings his massive coffin around and sets it on the dusty, sandy cracked floor of the canyon, as there aren't many chairs around here. He dusts of the Area 51 plate on his coffin and takes his seat calmly.

With an inquisitive look your way. He wonders a few things, how he should put it, what should he say?

"So last time... I called ya... "Cowboy...""

He pauses, with a stroke of his greying beard.

"It's... Cowgirl... Now?"

He has plenty of questions to ponder and have deep thought with you, you kiddos know more than he ever would get if he tried it. But this is the main one.