The daylight seems to be on Rex's side with the Sun just barely rising, he heads to the tow barn to get his horse, brown and white, an absolute beauty and strong stallion Quarter Horse breed, he named Davis after his father, Davis Wulf. After Rex saddled up on Davis, he left the town in the capable hands of the deputies riding Davis far and fast.
After about a 15-mile ride, He arrives at the next town over, called The Rusty Ridge, notorious for gangs, outlaws, and bandits. Right off from the moment Rex arrived, some citizens tried to hustle me for the horse. He just glared at them from under his hat. Many of them already know who Rex is; they back off immediately and turn the other way. After parking his horse at the local stable, glaring at anybody to try and take it, he enters their local saloon, The Rusty Edge, they call it. After entering, he notices many of those black hats sitting at the corner table, including their boss.
Ramon Black, head of the black hats, used to be an earnest man before he sold out his soul to greed. Rex walks up to the bar, tapping his hand on the hardwood a couple of times to gain the barkeep's attention. Once she's over, he tells her to buy a whole round for those gentlemen in the black hats over there, and she does as he requested with a wink after she delivers the drink. He heads over, sitting down in the chair in front of them
Rex then says," Good morning fellas, On meet this time if y'all willing to answer a few questions, and I ain't taking no for an answer.
One of their guys on the corner says Questions now, who in the hell do you… He gets stopped by Raymon, putting his finger up to the man's lips.
Raymond speaking in his usual gruff, Charismatic yet suspicious tone: Well, well, well, if it isn't the famous Red wolf of the west. All the way out here questioning u, huh… You see, this man here, boys, has well over a thousand bodies of outlaws like us under his belt; they say his shot is quicker than a Wolf's bite. Never misses and twice as vicious, and they say in a one-on-one, always bet on the Red wolf of the west, but we here are not one on one, so let's humor this man before we send him off to his early grave.
Rex responds calmly yet firmly:
Now, boys, I'd rather not make a mess of the place." His hand is firmly gripping his dual holsters now. All I want is some questions answered. Then, you guys can go back to your drinking as a bonus,
I'm even be willing to pay the entire tab For you all you got to do tell me who this partner of yours is And who you're dealing with this W.W.V group who are the and why they want me dead either you answer now, or else I'll send yawl to meet the good God in the sky so you can confess to him Instead.
Raymond: Now that info is above our pay grade, sheriff, and as a good businessman myself, I can't be going exposing client information like that. And I've been paid to do a job."
Raymond begins to stand up, along with his twelve guys, around the bar. You came here tonight to die, sheriff, and the black hats never let their business fall through. Let's see if you still got it in you, sheriff, because this is your last night alive.
The silence is deafening around the bar, the last chilling words of Raymond ringing in everyone's head. Rex smirks.
Rex: It's a good thing. Then, I brought enough bullets for each of you, so who's first? I'm not leaving here without the information. I asked, no matter how many of you I have to go through, you said you had heard of me before, which means. If you know anything about me. You'll know at the very top, I'm a man of my word.