Billy leaned against the post of the trading shop, twisting an apple in his hands as Jesse interrogated a shopkeeper.

“Just hand over the money, or do you want to get shot?” Jesse threatened. The conversation at hand bored Billy immensely. This job that they had, it wasn’t worth this lame show.

“Lay off.” Billy said, pushing himself off the pillar. The man behind the counter stammered, calling a name.

“Hayes?!” The shopkeeper shouted.