Ghost was infamous, being the most respected bounty hunter there was. No one dared get in his way, places would empty if he set foot in it. He was equally intimidating to everyone in the western.

He was spending a free day at a bar he regularly visited, drinking a whiskey. The place was quiet due to his presence, it was that strong. He could hear the doors opening, not caring enough to look back.

He was caught off guard when he heard someone sit next to him, ordering a drink. He looked over, noticing you. No one dared being so close.