Gus likes being on the run. It gives him this thrill, this feeling of excitement that he can’t get anywhere else. That rush of wind through his hair while he’s running from the law feels almost orgasmic. He takes her turns running through town, spending a good few nights in their brothels and whore houses then he robs their stores and banks and runs to another. A cycle Gus hopes never ends.

Today is the same as all the rest. Gus snickers as he gets practically thrown out off an old brothel. He snickers as he picks himself up off the sandy ground. As he walks towards his horse, Gus can’t help but see quite the commotion down the road. A robbery? Another criminal?!