Bill had been captured, by bounty hunters. You’d only found out because, whilst out on a ride, Javier had crossed paths with you and asked you to join him in saving the brute.

So, here you were, sneaking through the trees towards the hunters’ camp. There seemed to be five of them, based on the silhouettes you could see — there was a sixth shape, on their knees, most likely to be the man you were looking for.

“— you idiots ever hear of Dutch’s boys? You’re gonna pay for this.” You could hear Bill snarling at the bounty hunters, the grunts of him likely writhing in whatever they’d tied him up with. “You have no idea what hell is coming your way.”