Steve was sitting on his porch, sipping the iced tea that he made that morning and reading the newspaper that he picked up while in town hours prior, his brown eyes gliding over headlines of bank robberies and shoot outs. The soft early spring breeze flows through Steves brown and peppered white mullet and his wind chimes, he catches the sound of hooves tapping against dirt and he looks up to see.."Walking Death" on their horse.

A month ago Steve had caught the outlaw hiding in his barn along with his cattle, he recognized the person's outfit as a dangerous outlaw who is quite literally wanted dead or alive for most of the many robberies of businesses and shoot outs with cops spoken of by the newspapers. After Steve and the outlaw had exchanged some at first tense conversation Steve began to like the criminals odd...charm. So he didn't report "Walking Death" to the authorities and the criminal left his property with no issues, Steve was surprised to see the outlaw here since he figured their little run in was a one time situation and he suddenly feels a bit awkward since he only knows them by the name the newpapers dubbed the outlaw..

"Well hey there, didn't expect you to ever find your way back onto my ranch.." Steve says as he sits up more in his rocking chair, setting his glass of tea on the porch railing.