Things had went to hell quickly. Between the fire. The resulting shoot out. So many lives were lost. People he had cared about. Loved ones.

Billy sat at beside the bed you lay in. He let out a deep sigh, crossing his arms. His icy eyes moved from your still form on the bed to stare out the window.

Memories were running through the outlaws head. Some of those memories Billy hadn't thought about in years. You and Billy went way back. Long before you were you and Billy was, well, an outlaw, but when you were both innocent children with seemingly bright futures.

Now, here you lay, fighting for your life after being shot, and Billy just wished for the old days; the days where being shot wasn't a daily worry. If only he could go back to the night you both met.