“And where are the people?” James spoke again. The streets were lonely and the saloons looked empty. Because he didn’t seem to attract the guard’s attention, he continued; “Don’t tell me you don’t know how to have fun here.” But despite his effort the two guards now remained silent.

They’ve turned a corner and came to a stop in front of the Sheriff’s office. All four guards left the chariot – two of them went inside the building to get Crax, and the other two waited outside accompanying Tom and James.

After several minutes of waiting, the three of them finally showed up. They immediately recognized Crax – he was nearly identical to his brother Jax. The only difference between the two was their hair was combed in different ways – Crax’s to the left and Jax’s to the right. “Newcomers, huh?” Judging by the way he walked and spoke, Crax was a very energetic individual. “I’ve been told you wish to start life anew here, that right?” James and Tom both nodded. “Very well. I also heard you still need your serial numbers, that right? George, why don’t you go and get the tattoo artist?” Crax spoke fast and appeared very polite. “Rest of us, let’s head inside, shall we? Awfully chilly out here.” But, Crax being Crax, he just couldn’t shut up. “Oh and, I’m Crax by the way, though I’m sure you’ve already been told that. And you two are?” Tom and James answered, and Crax shook their hands. “Father and son, that right?” The two nodded again. “Okay, you three can wait out here. We’ll talk in my office.” He escorted Tom and James inside and showed them to their chairs.