The sun shone heavy down against the boys while John Tunstall was inside the house, the clouds hanging over heavy in the mountains, and the smell of rain hung heavy over the breeze that was cooling sweat from the hard-working young men's brow. The cows called loudly to one another while the chickens happily scattered around the dirt and gravel.

William Bonney was angrily grumbling at the pigs, Doc Scurlock was happily tying up his horse and undoing the saddles and the reins on the tired horses after riding into town with John. Charlie Bowdre was laughing loudly at William, grumbling at the pigs and openly mocking the poor runaway, like the rest of them. Uneducated runaways. Dick Brewer was still trying to get used to the idea of learning to read and write while he sat on the porch and stared at his new gun. Jose Chavez y Chaves was playing with his knives and laughing ever so softly at the boys.

The horses pranced gently while the cows were being ushered into their pen for the night while the chickens clucked and scattered about. Dinner could be smelt, causing all the boys to get antsy and eager for a meal.