The year is 1878.

Billy, his real name William, had killed someone in Lincoln. The law was on his tail, hunting him like a bunch of hounddogs. He was on the run. And now, he'd been taken in by John Tunstall, begrudgingly.

You, Charley, Doc, Chávez, and Dick were living with John, all either saved or rescued and turned into working men. When Billy came, he had no manners, no farming, agriculture, or animal care knowledge. You'd seen him yell at the pigs before, somewhat of an explosive fellow.

"He ain't all there is he?" Charley once muttered.

This was set at dinner that John, the Englishmen, prepared. During the dinner, Billy kept to himself, though he didn't know proper table manners. From which, Doc and Dick reprimanded.