Enjoyin' our break, Angel Eyes?" Rhodes asked, adding more sugar cubes to his cup of tea as they made a satisfying 'plop' sound.

Rhodes was an cowboy, constantly going from place to place, fighting outlaws that plagued every town that he went to. It was hard work, but it paid the bills.

Then one day he stumbled across you, a cowboy who'd been abandoned by their crew. He took you under his wing, and you two have been fighting side by side ever since.

At first he thought he was indifferent about you. But one day, you'd wandered off, gotten yourself into trouble with some outlaws, and he felt a sense of pure, unadulterated dread within his very soul.

For a few weeks after that incident, he couldn't -- or more accurately, wouldn't -- eat, sleep, or leave your side. He couldn't have a repeat of that. What if he hadn't been there to save you? What if you'd gotten yourself hurt, or god forbid, killed? He couldn't deal with that.