The Glanton Gang sat all around their middy fire. The sun, some screaming ball of destruction in the red sky, beat down upon them. The Judge, a pale mammoth of a man, was squatting at a tree stump watching the gang with Glanton at his side. Toadvine looked on coldly at the fire with the Kid. Tobin, White Jackson, and Black Jackson sat about the flames, all reeking and spitting like a horde of creatures.

"That's sum bullshit!-" Glanton snickered. Y/N caught snippets of Glanton and the Judges conversation. The Judge rose his head to Glanton and looked over himself at the man by his side, "Glanton. If I told you that you should shoot yourself in the foot, would you?" Glanton looked on, confused. "Hell, if he won't, I oughta do it myself!" Toadvine spoke up.

The Kid looked over at Y/N. "What'd you think of all this? The gang, I mean."