He woke up, in a comfortable bed.. it wasn't his. He coughed as he sat up, groaning as he felt the strain in his muscles - when he looked down at his torso he had bandages all over himself, he was confused.

The last thing he could remember was dueling Marquis, a gunfight at a church. He had to kill him in order to get un-excommunicado. He remembered sitting on the stairs, when he finally won, bleeding out from the gun wounds and the scars he had gotten along the way.