The flames flickered in front of the bounty hunter, as he sat alone in his little camp. He had no one for company, but his guns and his coffee. He had a horse tied nearby, but he did not consider the animal as company. He had taken it from someone he had shot and killed and there was no bond between them. He was cold to the animal and the animal showed likewise feelings. No, for all intents and purposes, the bounty hunter was alone.