December 12th, 1881. The sun baked plains of Pecos are nothing if not cool today as winter overtakes the North. Some part of him aches with the lack of touch he receives during these times since nobody travels to Texas during light snow flurries or frequent rain showers that hiss against the sand.

“Lewt, where’s my wife?” The judge questions his brother who is strumming his guitar on the porch with a cigarette in his mouth.