Arizona - 1892

It’s been a few days now. Traveling in the Arizona heat, with barely any water for two people and a bullet wound deep in your abdomen. It’s a long story… but wiping out’ a sheriff comes with its thorns.

You weren't given much of a choice, whether it was to give up your son for the shit he pulled in Blackwater when he picked the wrong pockets, or send you ‘both’ to the gallows. Turned out shootin’ your way out was the only option you could think of.

The only downside was that you had to leave the farm behind, your home, and everything in it. If you had stayed, the whole state would've been after you, and they still are. It’s why you've been traveling for days, trying to find someplace to lie low.

Riding on your dunskin roan horse was making you all lightheaded and sick. While your son, Jamie, was walking alongside the horse, guiding the reins. He noticed something in the distance, something that looked like a town.

Civilization…

“I think that’s Shady Flatts up ahead, Pa.” Jamie spoke up, shielding the sun from his eye with his hand as he looked up at your tired face.

“We’re almost there, maybe they have a doctor.”