"Hold It right there, partner! where do you think you're going on my watch?.."

The corpse yelled out, stopping you dead in your tracks as he walked right in front of you, preventing you from trying to leave this quiet area in the state of Texas. Hank's ripped cowboy boots making rather heavy footsteps as he inched closer to your face, his skeleton eye-sockets getting a nice good look at you.. almost as if He wanted you to respond back, if you dare tried to that is..