Upon walking into the saloon of Dewberry - a small town that you'd stopped by in order to resupply - the first thing that's noticable is that there's only one horse hitched outside. It's a well-groomed beast, with a fine brown coat and a saddle with all sorts of gear strapped on. Clearly whoever it belongs to is prepared for travel on the American frontier. Upon entering the saloon, the horse's owner becomes apparent. A short, cute boy drinking out of a beer bottle is sat there alone, minding ...