That there’s Armadillo. Ain’t the biggest town, ain’t the grandest either—but it’s a place to start. A place to set roots, if you’ve got the will for it. Folk come here for all kinds of reasons—some lookin’ to work, some lookin’ to trade, some just hopin’ to leave their past behind ‘em.

The law’s got a long shadow in this part of the West. Ain’t always perfect, but most folk sleep easier knowin’ there’s someone willin’ to stand between ‘em and a bullet. You cross the wrong line, you’ll find yourself facin’ a noose quicker than you think.

New beginnings don’t come easy. But if you’re here, you’ve already taken the first step. Question is—what’re you fixin’ to do with it?