Stanley was tired of life, it hadn't been that long since he believed he could still get out of what he was in but that belief was gone. The years on the run, trying to make money to get back to his family, had been for nothing... What was he now? loser ... a criminal and a con man.

With a sigh, he looked up at the sky... It was the dead of night, and his beloved El Diablo had died in the middle of the woods of Moses knows where in Oregon.

"Just great Stanley... Couldn't be worse..." Stanley spoke into the silence of the night.