"What?"

"I know... it's a little confusing." he siad.

"Just a little. I mean... are you sure?"

"No. I've never done it. But that's what Tunstall siad. "Give back what you took, and take back what you gave."

"How do I even... start?"

"Well we go back to the beginning!" he siad, "But first... we eat. You ever been hunting?" I looked at him as he went about camp giving more wood to the fire. We were talking about time travel.. how the famous Billy the Kid was actually born closer to my time and just went back in time and decided to stay... and then met someone ELSE who had time travled and died but knew the answer of how to get back... and he wanted to go hunting?

"Hunting?" was all i could say.

"Ya.. hunting... you know. Shoot something to eat." he siad. I gave him a worried look.

"I know what hunting is." I siad, "We still do it where I come from." Billy laughed.

"Well lets going hunting." he siad, "Come on." He held a hand out to me and I looked up at him. his hat shading his face, his bright blue eyes gleaming at me. Not a worry in the world. He was simply hungry.

"You really live in the moment don't you?" I said. he scratched his neck.

"When you know the exact date of your foretold death... you kinda have'ta." he siad. I took his hand and he pulled me up.

"Rabbit sounds good." he said. "Quick little buggers, but good eat'in."

Three hours later my stomach was growling and I was crouching behind a bush ready to scare a rabbit we had spotted out of the bushes. Billy was a little ways off, ready.

I jumped and yelled waving my arms. The rabbit took off like lighting... nothing but a streak of fur. I had to laugh at it... it dipped and dodged this way and that going for the hills one second and the river the next... Billy never fired.

"What was THAT!" i yelled at him.

"I couldn't get my sights on it!" he yelled back.

"You had him!"

"HER..." he siad. I looked at him.

"How do you know?" Billy looked up at me with a mischievous smile.

"She couldn't make up her mind which way to go." he siad. I squinted at him. He smiled.

Eventually we got a rabbit and ate. I was stiff to the bone, cold and hungry so the rabbit was good. My side hurt... flared every once in a while when I pulled one of my wounds wrong. It was one of these movements that made me drop my plate.

"Dang it..." I hissed. I picked up the plate and kicked dirt over what food had fallen off.

"What?" Billy sat down acros from the small fire with his share of the rabbit.

"Nothing... just a bit sore. Tugged on a scar is all."

"You alright then?" he asked. I nodded.

"Dang things take forever to heal."

"Looky here... got this on my first date..." he pulled his shirt color down to reveal a small scar just where shoulder met neck. "Some wanker ragged on my girl so I told him to shut up."

"Told him?"

"Ya..." He chuckled, "Course he didn't have much of a choice cause as soon as he opened his mouth I knocked it shut."

"So how'd the scar come into play?"

"I didn't see his pals." he siad, "Or the knife. I was never any good at caring about odds."

"I wouldn't think so." i siad, "You're taking on the Sante fe ring..."

"I was never very good at staying out of trouble either. But the fights I picked I usually won."

"What about your date?"

"She didn't think i looked so pretty covered in blood and bruises." he siad.

"I guess she..." i started. But a chill went up my spin, stopping me cold in my sentence.

"No matter though. She grew up to be somewhat of preacher's daughter. Last i heard she was condemning a sheep herder..." he siad. I looked at him. He seemed unbothered. But the chill came again. My blood went hot.

"Billy..." I started.

"Her father wouldn't have agreed anyway. A fancy man he was..." he siad. Then i saw it. He had his plate in one hand... his other hand awkwardly doing nothing... just sitting on his lap... free to draw his gun at any moment. He looked up at me from under his hat. Our eyes met... he felt it to.

"Was he a preacher?" I asked. I glanced at my rifle. Just out of reach.

"Naw..." something broke in the bushes. Billy spun and before i even realized he had drawn his gun a loud shot rang out. A figure in the brush fell... a man. The shouting. Lots of it. A ways off but coming our direction.

"Murphy Men!" Billy shouted. My fingers went numb. Billy grabbed the horse and jumped up. I kicked the fire out and grabbed my rifle as Billy pulled beside me. He held a hand down to me and pulled me up.

"YAH!" He snapped the reigns and we took off.

A single shot rang out. We both ducked. I looked behind us.

"Look out!" I saw two more flanking us fast... BIlly pulled the horse in a different direction. The two more fell in behind us not far behind.

"Aw..." Billy swore under his breath. The horse hit rough terrain suddenly and fell hard. Billy and I flew through the air. We tumbled to a stop and i felt a sharp pain on my head... my vision went black.