Having arrived at the Nugget earlier that morning Vincent Burton was propped up on a bench on the board walk of the saloon. His head was down, blocking his eyes from the morning sun with his boots posted up on the railing. Sturgis had changed a lot since that horrible day, it was now a town that prospered and was welcoming to its guests, no longer was this place a ghost town, or a place where blood was often shed.<br/><br/>It had been nearly two years since Vincent had returned to Sturgis, his bounties were keeping him busy and most of all wealthy, which could be seen in his tailored suit and polished steel colt single action army six guns, also known as the peacemakers.<br/><br/>Hearing the new comer talking to his horse he lifted his head and his short handle bar mustash lifted in a smirk of who had finally arrived. This had become a normal occurrence for the two of them, returning to the town where their lives a bounty hunters had begun. Seeing as Terrick had not noticed who was sitting on the bench, Vincent stood up and cleared his throat, then covering his heavy Georgian accent with a rough gravely voice he called out to Terrick. "Hey!!!! I have been looking for you.... you sorry son of a bitch!" He said jokingly, trying hard not to laugh.