<div class="floatright">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/14/149111/2930359-celebrity-image-clint-eastwood-large-size-2510841.jpg)</div>When the nun sit next to him, Gerry couldn't help giving her a good look. She was stunning, and her clothes couldn't hide her beauty much.<em>Holy fuck</em>, he thought,<em>nuns shouldn't be allowed to be so beautiful. Nuns should be old, wrinkly grannies who gladly give their lives to Jesus, not young Mexican goddesses like this girl. But I guess that when Big J calls, he calls, doesn't he?</em>He shook his head lightly, before scratching his chin, covering his eyes with his hat again and dozing off again.<br/><br/>The train whistles woke him up for good. He took a sip from his flask, getting back to life in a moment. He nodded to the conductor, with a blank look. Then he had to take care of his stuff. Gun tucked in the holster and knife strapped at his right thigh, he packed the rest of his weapons on his precious mule and guided him down, in the dusty, sunny train station. He scratched his chin, wondering where to go to find a cheap bed and some food. And earning some cash wouldn't be bad, either, not at all.<br/><br/>He looked at the small crowd gathered around the "doctor". She sure knew how to speak to people. But why so many people were so interested in her elixirs?<em>Maybe I managed to put myself in a plague ridden town</em>, he considered.<em>Wonderful. I love being so fuckin' lucky.</em>Another travelling girl, riding a dusty, tired horse, approached the doctor. Both were very beautiful.<em>Maybe I'm not so unlucky, after all...</em>Guiding his mule by the halter, he walked towards what seemed the town square, looking around carefully with his clear blue eyes, wondering if his mysterious followers managed to spot him even in that remote, dusty town.