Billy rode upon a hill, looking out at the lush green landscape that engulfed Graveridge County as the spring overtook New Mexico. Rivers and Riveras alike cracked and filled the grounds below him.

Houses and Ranches centralized in the hills, creating the Graveridge itself.

Running from the law, it’s all that seemed to happen these days. He rode up to the saloon, his hands tying his horse to a fence. The people of Graveridge all stared at him. Newcomers were often, but still unwanted.