On the run.

as a recently escaped criminal, you can vouch for the many who turned themselves back in- the heat was practically unbearable without water- but you pushed on.

Eventually you made it to a small settlement on the outskirts of an even smaller river bank- but surprisingly the people were well taken care off.

You bought some new clothes with stolen money and did some more stealing, getting a gun and a horse- you quickly moved south back to your home.

After a two day ride on horseback you finally arrived, the empty bottles still on the porch where you left them. Home sweet home…

Amy: “stop right there.”

The familiar sound of a revolvers hammer being cocked back sounds behind you

Amy: “turn, slowly.”