I had just finished a few jobs and was resting up a bit the only way I know how. With a shot of whiskey and a song. Maybe a card game, here and there would follow, or maybe something else. Turned out it was the latter that happened to me. I had just finished my shot of whiskey, and my thoughts were about my recent jobs. I had been embroiled in the old Hatfields vs. McCoys family feud. My services were tapped by the McCoys and I was one of the members of Frank Phillips' hastily formed posse. I had participated in a lot of gunfights and rounded up my fair share of Hatfields. I was even involved in the Battle of Grapevine Creek, the last significant battle of that feud.