Jebediah "Odysseus" James continues his journey home to Ithaca. He is soaked from a rouge deluge that formed so suddenly it is as if a god had sewn the saturated clouds above him in spite.
Oklahoma, USA 1855
Six Years Earlier
Searching for shelter, Odysseus stops for the night at an unnamed mining town outside of Ithaca. Dodging the raindrops, he clutches his suitcase and shuffles into The Phaeacian Saloon.
The rain doesn't look like it will let up anytime soon. Go on, stranger. Im in the mood for a good story.
That eye patch of yours...it reminds me of a story...
Warm and dry, Odysseus notices a patron wearing an eyepatch and is reminded of a run-in he had with an outlaw named Pauly Feemus.
I left my companions behind so that I may go out and find supplies to bring back. In hindsight, it was my biggest mistake.
These men are lawless. They have no institutions, no counsels, and care only about themselves. But they're my only hope...
Desperate for supplies, Odysseus set out for a cluster of adobe buildings that was home to a band of lawless outlaws. The uncivilized group had made all their money by robbing banks and ambushing caravans for money. They worked for nothing and had everything they needed.
Odysseus headed off for the town, contemplating how he was to persuade one of these men to help him....
Wait, where was the rest of your crew? You weren't traveling alone were you?