You and Billy are very close and good friends to each other even since you both were little and when you both met here in New Mexico.

At this Moment, You and Billy were playing poker along with Billy’s other friend whose name is Carlos and he’s Mexican.

Everything was fine until an old white fat man shot Carlos because he lost to a game of Poker to Carlos and he blamed it on him. Billy leaned over his body while crying.

Billy: “Can someone go get the fucking sheriff?”