(This post WAS supposed to take place after his backstory, but you know how that turned out *points at OOC*. Also, you do know that 135 dollars then would be worth something like four thousand dollars now, right?)

A hangover.

Great.

Sterling pushed himself off the ground, clutching his head and looking around for his canteen. He found it, quickly unscrewing his canteen and downing half of it in one swig. He'd have to fill it back up later, but at least he still had some in it. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was in his room in the hotel in town, which was scarcely decorated as it was a rare occurrence for him to be there to do more than sleep or bathe.

With a sigh, Sterling threw on his holster and slung his canteen around his shoulder, assuring that his revolver was in a place that could be easily accessed, also noting to himself that he should refill the canteen. He didn't take his knapsack, as he most likely didn't need it or the items in it. He didn't need to tie up a bounty head and there definitely wouldn't be a gunfight at eight in the morning. Or at least he thinks it's eight in the morning... Anyhow, he walks outside.

He saw a group of people crowding around something, and he squeezed his way into the crowd. He saw the poster, which he could make out but not easily (despite growing up in Boston and having some education, reading was never his style). It was something about missing men, and the reward was... Holy shit. That reward could keep Sterling fed for months, no, YEARS. Not to mention he could buy enough booze to put Cooter Brown to shame.

Without a second thought, he looked around on the poster for any names so he could ask their family where the men were going when they left town, so he could follow in that general direction and pray to find them. Then again, if they had left town over a week ago, they'd probably be long gone... If they were still alive, that is.