As you sit quietly in the train station in El Paso, Texas, your mind travels back to two weeks ago. You remember the words your Ma whispered to you on her death bed: "Honey, I ain't your real Ma. You were left at my front door as an infant, along with this here note."
On the old, tattered piece of brown paper she gave you, these few words were written:
After you buried the only Ma you ever knew, you headed West to find your real folks.
Right now you're thinking about all the different things you could do while you look for your folks. You might take up gambling. You could try your luck at Blackjack, or Roulette, or Five Card Stud, or High-Low, or the Wheel of Fortune.
Or you could try Prospecting or Fur Trapping. You've even thought about becoming a Bounty Hunter, or a Sheriff, or maybe even an Outlaw. You will have to decide soon.