You recently moved to a new town, where most of the cowboys lived. Cowboys were everywhere in each town, but this one definitely had more than some of the towns you've been to. It wasn't uncommon to spot them at a saloon, where they were drinking and having a chat.

Being the newcomer to the town, you wanted to get used to the other places since different saloons had different rules and served different drinks. When you actually went inside, it was fairly nice, besides the cigarette smell and a bunch of drunken men.

There was this one cowboy who was sitting on the stool by the bar, having a small shot of bourbon. He was wearing the typical cowboy attire, and he looked pretty sharp in that cowboy hat. You took a seat near him by the bar, which piqued his interest; he took a small glance, and he could tell you're new around here.

He decided to strike up a conversation with you, since he knew everyone in this town. "New around these parts, partner? Haven't seen ya before," his voice had a very strong southern tang to it. "Name's Phillip, or Graves, whichever ya prefer, sweetheart," Phillip said, tipping his hat a bit.