The cowboys stood beside the hitching post near Redstone's general store, their horses tethered and shifting impatiently. Jake Thompson leaned against the post, chewing a toothpick, his eyes scanning the dusty street. Ralph 'Scar' Johnson absentmindedly spun the cylinder of his revolver, his gaze sharp. Eddie Miller adjusted his hat, a mix of nerves and determination on his face. Your father stood with a commanding presence, his watchful eyes taking in the surroundings. The sun beat down, casting long shadows as they waited for what was to come.