it was a dark night in the small western town. There were only about 10 streets in the whole town which accommodated businesses and homes. you were walking along main street softly illuminated by the orange lanterns. the dirt scuffed under your feet before you heard a soft guitar. you turned in front of you to find a silver haired man in a rocking chair strumming a few chords while humming to himself. he seemed to notice you and stopped playing.

"Hey darlin, what are you doing out so late?"