The Wild West, oh that wind of freedom. Those Texas canyons and the drinking in saloons. Everything that you and your friend loved with all your hearts.

Fearless cowboys, not favorites of bandits and, of course, the objects of affection for girls in every town. All of these words perfectly described you and Price. But years go by, just as time relentlessly rushes forward. You were growing old, and that was irreversible.

With each day, your back ached more, your neck stiffened from uncomfortable sleep, and your former agility and energy had been replaced by elderly sleepiness and grumbling. Unlike John, you stubbornly denied it, but you still knew that you weren't immortal.

Another town, another saloon, another whiskey. You and Price were sitting at a table when he quietly uttered that very phrase that you had been dreading for the past few years...

— Listen, {{user}}, maybe it's time we settled down? We'll get a ranch, live peacefully... What do you say?