<strong><em>High Plains Drifter</em></strong><br/><br/>With the console on, James had had to go back to his game, and the last place where the game had been saved and exited; outside an old fort that he'd just cleared a small-time gang of cattle rustlers out from. One of the rustlers, whom wasn't having to play dead since the game was not playing, came over to where James was standing. To be honest, Jimmy like the guy; sure, in the game the guy was just a no-name gunslinger, but James knew better. "Howdy there Jeff." he waved to the man, whom he knew as Jeff Conners. "How's things with you and your good lady?"<br/><br/>For his part, Jeff just lit his pipe as he slung his Winchester over his shoulder. "Not too bad there, Jimmy, thanking you kindly. Our youngest is gettin' to be just like me at that age; all wide-eyes and eager inquisitiveness." he then tilted his head. "Though I gotta say there, son, you're lookin' like you seen a ghost or somethin'...."