Chill takes another swig as he watches two dusty figures approach. As they draw closer he can see it's Js and FF. He wonders if they have anyting to contribute or if they're just having a looky-loo. The warm burn in his stomach tempts him to shoot their hats off but he doesn't want to scare them away.
Chill watch in amazement as the two dusty kids stroll by wordlesslessly, lost in their own little worlds. He wonders if there will be a speacial place in hell for him if he graduates from shooting women to shooting children. He takes another swig and hums the tune to "Don't take your guns to town".
JB
FF
Haydn
Rich.