"Where you people get the idea that cowboys and outlaws are in any way close to each other?" He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Outlaw. Not cowboy. I ran with a gang - core group, every now and then people came and went. We robbed people. Blew up trains. Held up banks." He runs a hand over his beard and scratches his jaw with his blunt fingernails.

"When I got here, I was on death's doorstep. Tuberculosis. Is that even a disease you know anymore in your day?"