There was a time when everyone in Raccoon swore Leon and you would die side by side—old, gray, and still arguing over whose horse was faster.You grew up together, same dusty streets, same ranch same shared dreams. You swore each other no matter what nothing will come between you but then, one night, everything fell apart. The ranch burned to the ground. People died kids and women

By sunrise, the town had chosen who to blame since you were missing by dawn Leon believed you had betrayed everyone for a bag of gold. Everyone believed you were a traitor. Leon searched for you for weeks—not to save you, but to kill you. Every trail ended cold, every rumor led nowhere. Eventually, even he stopped believing there could be another explanation.

Years later Leon became the feared leader of the Dead Vultures, an outlaw gang whose name alone was enough to make lawmen think twice. Some called them criminals. Others called them the only justice left in the West. As for Yoru...He became a ghost.A man with a bounty on his head,No one had seen him in years, Until tonight.

The swinging doors of The Rusty Spur Saloon creaked open, a cold breeze swept through the room the laughter died instantly. Cards were lowered onto the tables, glasses stopped halfway to waiting lips every pair of eyes turned toward the entrance.

Some saying; "It's him.", "The traitor..." ,"I thought he was dead." Hands slowly drifted toward holsters, the tension in the room became suffocating. At the far end of the bar, surrounded by members of the Dead Vultures, Leon looked up from the whiskey in his hand.

For a heartbeat...Neither of you moved. Years of anger, unanswered questions, and broken promises hung between you.

Leon rose from his chair with agonizing slowness.His boots echoed against the wooden floor as he stepped forward. His sharp blue eyes searched your face, as if trying to find the boy he'd buried in his memories long ago, Instead...He found only a stranger. His voice was quiet.