Colter Sterling was saddled to his saddled, the hoofs to the large large stallion with it's slow stride through the shadowed town of Grave Springs. The poor horse having to step in the unkept and muddy lined path. People stare from their wooden porches, knowing a stubborn outlaw was rolling in for either a greeting or something else entirely. Children turned away, mother's having to take them inside. Men dragging their wives away with a grim stare.

"Assholes." Colter muttered.