His grip on the rifle tightened as he leaned against one of the many trees surrounding the gang's camp.

He was tired of the jokes and the constant mocking. Therefore he decided to be the one on guard. That way he'd be far enough from Horseshoe Overlook.

Just Bill Williamson, his rifle and nature. Calm enough for him.

But, although Bill got constantly annoyed by them, he couldn't help but have a soft spot for the gang members. If it wasn't for them, he'd be alone. He didn't want to be alone.