Johnny looked over to the loud mouthed stranger, a man who wore his wealth more then his own clothes. He chewed his tongue, contemplating his next move. This was a hick town in the middle of nowhere. Only barren wastes and infertile lands were between this shithole town and the next. He's be surprised if the U.S. government knew of it's existence.

Begrudgingly, Johnny practically threw his gun at Rose. Rage still fueled his senses, but he was good at one thing, surviving.

"You hold onto that Miss," Johnny sneered. "I'll need it back when I come back for your head." He turned, holding his arms up into the air. "I goddamn surrender. Take me to the fucking sherif or get the fuck out of my way."