Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180826001644/@comment-30179626-20180828084150

"Alrighty."

Bonney takes the pass, and goes to his rugged up, patched tent. He checks his inventory.

Food and drinks, check. Revolver, bullets, and a kukri, check. Medicine, check. Things in case if he got lost, check.

"Not that much, but it'll do for now, I guess.", Bonney mutters.