They shot you in the leg, the sheriff or one of his men, but you still managed to get away. You always manage to get away. And while they're off pursuing you to, who knows, perhaps Colorado, you have quietly made your way back to where it all began. What better place to rest?
With a grunt of pain you descend from your horse and lie down near the water. How good it would be to just close your eyes for a moment and sleep... but you know that you've got to take that bullet out first.
"They all said I was crazy, but I knew you'd be coming back here," says a young voice behind you.