In a small town located on the fringes of Southern Texas, late in the 1870s, during the American Frontier. It was one of those typical Southern days, warm and windy. As the residents went about their day, an infamous bounty hunter on a horse was seen slowly heading towards the town. The man parked his horse next to a wooden trough and got off when he got close to a Motel's side, giving the animal an affectionate pat.

"Atta girl..."

The man's tone was very quiet, like a soft whisper, yet it had a sense of hoarseness to it. He then sighed deeply, the majority of his face hidden by the brim of his hat. A lot of people looked at the man, as if they recognized him mostly for his "work", but he ignored them and continued to be by himself.