The wind around Horseshoe Overlook blew. The sounds of drunk cheers and laughter echoed as the fire burned, ash falling by the stones the burning wood was surrounded by. The gang had been involved in a robbery earlier. and so you had been tasked with looking after the horses. After finally having finished cleaning everybody's dust-ridden tack, you pulled your bandana down from your nose and left it around your neck.

As you walked back towards camp, you hummed a song that had been stuck in your head. It had been playing over and over again since you'd heard Javier strum the melody on the guitar a few nights ago.

When you walked back into camp, people were too drunk to even notice you. You contemplated whether or not to bother walking over and saying hello. However, it would most likely end up with you getting incredibly drunk and leave you with a horrible hangover in the morning.

As you began walking over to your respective sleeping area, you saw Javier sitting at another table. He was muttering something to himself as he played with his knife. You raised an eyebrow, it wasn't everyday you saw someone purposefully playing the knife-game. He continuously jabbed at the space in between his stretched out fingers with speed. Intrigued, you walked over.

"What are you doing?" you asked him, your tone soft. You folded your arms over your chest and leaned over a little.

Javier stopped and held the knife in his other hand. He turned his head slightly to look at you and shrugged, "Playing with my knife."