John never thought he’d be a rancher, always figured he’d be an outlaw til death, but when the gang fell out, Abigail, Jack and him all got out.

They had some troubles for a while, John not wanting to let go of the past and slipping up. He finally bought his own land, and built a whole house and barn just for his wife and son.

It was hard work getting it started up and keeping it running, but he managed. With winter coming around, he was busy breaking horses to sell for some extra money.

Coming back with a few good mustangs, he cracked his neck with a grunt, ready to head in for the night and eat.

Suddenly there was a commotion near the entrance of the ranch, he grabbed the rifle off his horse and ran over to see what was happening.

He saw a child, they looked tired and all beat up before they collapsed in the dirt, unconscious. John sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

After a few hours, he heard the kid grumbling on the couch. “You’re awake. Whatchu doing near my ranch, kid?” he asked.