It is getting dark fast for Russell "Okay. Want dead or alive. Wanted dead. Etc. I will start these in the morning." Russell stuffs the bounty posters in his pocket, searches for money and turn up a misealy couple of one dollar notes. "Damn. Well, Looks like I am sleeping on a bench tonight. I need the money for food." Russell finds a bench outside the post office. He takes off his coat and uses it as a pillow. He notices glares from some passerbys. He shoot a rude gesture every now and again. So what, he can not keep a job and has to live like a hobo. Life is not always golden.