CJ was not an ordinary cowboy. He wandered the Badlands in search of a purpose, but he rarely found one. He walked alongside his trusty steed, Nightmare, who had grown tired from traversing the rocky and desolate land since sunrise. CJ's eyes scanned the landscape in search of something, but he had no idea what it was. Suddenly, something white and sun-bleached caught his eye - a bone, seemingly from a human and cartoonishly bone-like.
He thought about what most people do when they see a bone, especially a human one - that it was once a part of a person's body that had a life of work. But now, it was just made up of calcium and minerals like everything else. Holding the bone in his hand made CJ contemplate his own mortality and purpose.
The thought of death was never far from his mind, but seeing the bone made it all too real. Fortunately, Nightmare nuzzled up to him, providing comfort. CJ knew that death would eventually come for him, but for now, he took a moment to be grateful for what he had - a horse, some beans in his saddlebag, and a sunset. He found solace in the company of Nightmare and scanned the area for a good place to set up camp.