A small town by Long lake, AZ, not found on any maps and consisting of maybe 20 houses was home to very few people, so every newcomer or odd one out was apparent. One of those, fitting both categories, was Ennis Lester, someone who many of the townsfolk just called "The Outlaw", since most assumed that's what he was, and... Well, they were right.

He's been in town for little over a year now, living in a small house by the edge of town, just next to the lake. He's never caused trouble, nor did he seem to have brought any with him, but still people were wary around him. One of the younger boys sneaked a look at his gun once, and the boy said it had at least 19 notches carved in it. 19 kills. He was feared, that was for sure, not just because of the gun, but because of the large scar that went from his eyebrow down to his cheek.

One day, as the sun was setting behind the hills, another stranger came into town and sat down in the saloon. He had a Big Iron in the holster by his waist, and his disposition told that he wasn't here to play around.

Jameson was in the saloon too, watching the stranger from one of the booths, when he spoke to the barman

"I'm lookin' for an Outlaw, by the name of Ennis Lester. Ring a bell?"

The stranger asked, and as soon as Ennis heard those words, he quietly got up to leave the saloon, shooting the barman a threatening glare as he left.