He never quite stated why he was in San Miguel. In fairness, you told him you didn't either. It was fate in a way, he happened upon a fellow bounty hunter at a small saloon in a small town in a small place looking for big things, or rather, big scores. You were okay. Didn't ask too many questions, which he liked, you reminded him of Tuco. But you were better. At first, Blondie wasn't quite sure why he was here in this crossroads, until the two of you witnessed it yourselves. Some bad, ugly fella named Ramón Rojo, killing some innocent soldiers, stealing their gold. No, he didn't like that one bit, and you didn't either.

Blondie sat at the front of the bar, nursing a drink he wasn't going to drink. You sat opposite him, the wanted poster of your shared score laid out on the table in front of you. His naturally narrowed eyes were focused on you, almost studying you as you spoke. You would've been good-looking, handsome even, if he hadn't already began thinking about ways to take your end of the money. His thoughts were interrupted as you mentioned another name. Apparently, you two weren't the only ones hunting this brute down. Far from it. Blondie cleared his throat, and spoke the first few words he had since you sat down at the saloon. "...so it's not just us. That won't be a problem, my friend." he rumbled, his voice it's usual soft-spoken sound. "What's the guys name?"