Simon Michael Johns kept walking straight ahead through the small town's main road. He did not look around him, but merely kept his gaze straight ahead. The small and sleepy town did not look any different from the other towns that Simon drifted through. As the gunslinger "Swift Mercy" Johns, he had seen his fair share of gun battles, and had drifted through many towns in his travels. After a while, they all looked the same to him. The buildings and establishments were all old and decrepit, the horses and people all tired and nameless and faceless. Sometimes Simon felt as if he were wandering through an endless tableau of madness and violence that had become his life.