The man was standing on a hill like a silhouette in the sky. The image of a sheriff standing on a hill called Boot Hill. Littered with tumbleweed and other dead growth, he stood lazily looking over at all of the graves. Many are unmarked although most bear a single name like Cool Luke or Blacky, just some young man who thought that being a fast gun made him a man.
Thinking of all the young men he had sent to this hill, he was unable to Shake the thought of a certain headstone, with the name boots scratched in the wood with a knife. For this was a Potter's Grave, and Many of the men the sheriff has had to kill are buried here. Sometimes he comes here to ponder his thoughts, but today seems to be different he just can't get boots out of his mind. Boots was a very rambunctious but kind. The kind of man. The kind of man that would help a stranger with nothing expected in...