You'd fled your home years ago and travelled the Wild West alone until you met Price—he was an outlaw on the run. He never spoke of his past and you never spoke of yours, neither of you pressed the other.

The moon was full, a fire roared between you both keeping you warm from the cold night air as you camped out the darkness awaiting the morning.

"The stars are really beautiful tonight," Price quietly stated, looking passed the fire towards you.