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[color=ed1c24][center][h1]SERGIO WESTWOOD [/h1][/center][/color]

“I honestly hope so” He said softly taking a puff form his cigar; the last thing he needed right now was to get into a gun fight. A gun fight that could get him killed. It was not something he was craving  for; rather wanting to live long enough to get his book store up and running. Looking over at the kid firing his toy gun at people; being reminded of a outlaw friend's kid. Issac was the kid's name; he was a good kid but his flame was snuffed out too soon. Helping his outlaw friend find and murder the one's that killed Issac. 

“I surrender; take all of my cash i don't wanna die” He said raising his hands in air; A big smile on his face playing along to the kid's game. Walking into the train having put away his equipment and things he would bring onto the trip. Everything he would need packed in a small backpack; with him was his rifle and shotgun which were both unloaded. His head turning towards the native American man; “Howdy” He said tilting the brim of his hat towards him.   

Sitting down in his seat; pulling out a old bible form his pack. The  Mistihkoman could see him reading Matthew chapter eighteen to twenty. Humming a old bible song while he read; this old bible was his father's. Something he cared for a very long time; and a fond reminder of his loving father.