The sun was still low in the sky, sillohetting a man on horseback as he left town. His face was obscured by a handkerchief, but he appeared to not need his hat as it hung from his shoulders. Medium length, brown hair brushed his collar and bounced as the horse walked. It wasn't really that unusual of a site for a town like this. Cowboys came and went all the time. It was just how it was.<br/><br/>This particular one was following a trail that seemed to lead nowhere and everywhere all at once. It was convoluted and twisted around to hit just about every town and everything in between. The man supposed that was his reason for taking ten years to get this far... Folded up in his pocket was a wanted poster - Abercius the Mute. A dastardly man who bore a high price and it was his trail that the cowboy followed.<br/><br/>He had no real clue what this journey would lead him to, but he'd always felt he'd had some idea. He'd probably find his brother and maybe some good money. But that had been really the only thought he'd given it. A bit one tracked, but he guessed that was okay. Cowboys didn't need that much depth to get the job done, right?