“Hey! Hey you there!” The dusty outlaw called out as he spotted you. “You local?” He asked. He didn’t wait for an answer.

“I’m looking for..” the man pulled out a piece of old paper and attempted to read off it. “C-copper’s.. general.. store.” He said confidently, then, he looked back down at the paper. “Oh! Cooper..” he corrected himself.

“I ain’t from around here.” He scratched his beard idly.