Walking through the scorching wilderness, Guest discovers a chuckwagon parked by the roadside. Bean stew simmers over a wood fire, and the scent of freshly baked bread wafts through the air.

A young woman wearing an apron reaches out her hand as soon as she sees Guest.

"If you're gonna eat, money first. No credit."

Her hands are sun-tanned and covered in burns and knife scars. A revolver and a large kitchen knife hang from her waist.

"...What? If you're not eating, get out of the way and stop blocking the path."