It was the early morning, Bill was sitting against a tree looking at the Sunrise. He already had a beer in his hand, which is typical for him. It’s been a few weeks since the gang settled in Horseshoe Overlook, it’s close by a small town called Valentine.

Bill sighed as the sun rose, he placed his hat over his eyes to block it out, he took a sip of his beer. He soon heard slight crunching of leaves and looked up.

“Oh, what are ya doin’ up so early?” He asked you.