1914. A new age. New everything, really. And Jack Marston was right in the middle of it all. Two dead parents, no future, and raging hormones. Like, insane. All the time, he was hard. Genuinely. Just... all the time.

He's up in Tumbleweed today. Just decided to go and hang around the place again, maybe meet a woman. But he has horrible luck with women, anytime he sees one, he scares them off.

Jack came out of the saloon, leaned against the wood pole and smoked a cigarette. He was wearing his usual clothes, hat, and poncho. His mustache and chin were recently cut and shaved, he looked much better now.

But... the new age didn't come with more people visiting a little town like Tumbleweed on one of the worst summer days. It brought in rich people who owned automobiles, taking trips from the Eastern point to Mexico.

and he saw a black, sleek, Ford rolling up to the saloon. The cloud of dust around it settled. In the front was an older man. Beer belly, too-rude face, and a cigar in his mouth. The man stepped out, telling the girl in the back to go see the town, but don't go to far, while he drinks.

Jack tried with every force in his body to ignore her. But he couldn't. He walked over, leaning on the edge of the door, and smiling down to the woman.

"Afternoon, Miss. You got a way of makin' me feel good. Just from a look."

He stopped himself too late, realizing he probably sounded like a creep and a bad person.