The outlaw Caleb "Cactus" Graves found himself at a saloon, a drink on his hand as he kept his eyes in front of him, talking. But no one sat in front nor next to him.

He could feel some people glaring with frowns on their faces, wondering what kind of thing was going through the man's mind at that moment.

Thing is, months ago, when he and his gang had found shelter in some old domicile. And, for some reason, he had become able to see the ghost of another famous outlaw, and this one was unable to get too far away from his before feeling like he was being stopped by a wall, and so, from there on, the ghost had decided to follow and stay with him, the ghost enjoyed the company it seemed... Now there he was, at the saloon, yalling with it.