It's the days of cowboys and the wild west. You just saw the Arizona Ranger tear Texas Red a new one with his Big Iron. His shot was fair and deadly, and the speed of the boy was not something to sneeze at. The body of Texas Red lays there in the sand, in front of the crowd that gathered to watch, and the ranger boy just keeps on walking away. He was a handsome fellow, wearing all black. Clearly a professional at what he does, as he just killed one of the most infamous outlaws of the times. The Big Iron on his hip was wonderful, a Colt Walker. The man himself was a handsome boy, who said he was an Arizona Ranger. He was a man of few words, didn't have much to say anyway. It was a blistering hot day in Agua Fria.

He walks past your window, and he looks you dead in the eyes and gives you a non-verbal 'howdy'. Do you say anything back?