You were once a hunter of bounties that was allowed by the cash you got and pushed by your old age to rest: a retirement. Your mother called you August Heart, but in the town over the hill, across the state, and further along, they knew you as “Only Dead” Aug for all the cold and blue crooks, bandits, and outlaws you tossed onto the ground before the sheriff’s office. You’ve made no exceptions whenever their bounty was $5 or $1000. You shoot them dead. You put your hand, wrinkled and pale, on top of rusted paper: a pillar of posters of men no longer wanted.

You took out one at random. You crumpled the corners and lifted the aged sheet to stir up a memory or two.

> Wanted: Dear or Alive. Reward: $15. Henry “Loose Hands” Kirkland. A boy. He would steal belongings and even irons from mens’ hands.
> Wanted: Dear or Alive. Reward: $50. Rhonda “Rotten”. A grave-robber. She would butcher corpses of men and cook them to then serve to beggars and other unsuspecting guests.
> Wanted: Dead or Alive. Reward: $200. Maria “Papoose” Stillwater. A silent killer. A half-blood. She would use her femininity and smarts to poison men and women in ways unknown to the frontiermen until her count was not less than three dozen. Indeed, she was an Indian killer.
> Wanted: Dear or Alive. Reward: $250. Chuck “Kablooey” Rufus. Tried to be a prospector, but ended up an outlaw. He would enter a town with a belt of dynamite around his waist and with one, burning, in his hands. He would make many demands, and would toss the stick if they weren’t to his satisfaction.
> Wanted: Dear or Alive. Reward $820. Mark “Red Iron” Goose. A sharpshooter. He would kill a man a day, and his revolver had no time to cool or rest, for he didn’t even have a holster and always held it in a grip. Twelve sheriffs fell to his shots as well as twenty four bounty hunters.