In his time in the new town, Billy had once again succeeded in his 4th straight train robbery, obtaining three bags of gold in the process. Again on the run, he remembered his promise to Elizabeth, and wheeled Westwood around to head east, figuring the farm would be a good place to lay low for a bit. Traveling across the desert, he kept the stallion at either a full gallop or a canter until he saw the familure outline of the ranch house on the horizon. As they got closer, Billy pulled Westwood up to a walk, walking him up behind Elizabeth in the front yard. "Mornin', miss. I could sure go for some of yer chicken right about now." He smirked and leaned forward against the saddle horn on his elbow.