Jackson was outside a restaurant, leaning against the wall as he looked up at the clock tower that market the border of Rough Rider territory from the other gangs in this small town, bored Jackson took out his Remington revolver and began twirling it, this was his territory he's allowed to do that. Suddenly Jackson heard a familiar engine rumbling down the street, Jackson smiled as he holsters his revolver and saw Blake, riding down on his Fat Boy. Jackson smiled as he stopped, sneaking a quick look at Blake's large rear before speaking "Hay Hon, where you taking that sweet ass today?" Jackson had to shout a little over the sound of the motorcycle, it was loud but that's how Blake liked it, Jackson likes it a little too "You know, here I was all bored, I prayed to God for something fun and low and behold our Old lady cometh like the godsend he is" Jackson couldn't help but laugh at his own comment