He woke up to see Cass over him, the rest the world a little hazy and he heard the truck engine roaring along. He was feeling better than when he drifted off on sleep.

"Oh, my side." Okay, his side hadn't healed much yet, "Where are we?" he asked her.

"Well, after I had to clear everything up with the NCR we left them to play with themselves. We can't really go back to our farm, since it's a smoldering ash pile. Raul is taking us back to Goodsprings for now." she said in the kindest tone she could find. Cowboy shook his head in acceptance and tipped his hat down to sleep some more. He was awoken by the sound of the tailgate dropping down and the engine dying. After shaking his head, Cowboy looked over the bed to see the familiar sign of the Prospector Saloon. With Cass' help, he limped over to the door and they both took a seat at the bar, with the rest of them sitting down too. A few hours and drinks passed when Cass stood up with a raised glass.

"Hey, hey, listen up. Toast to the Cowboy. This dumbass saved the Mojave twice. First from those Legion dumbasses, now from those Brotherhood jackasses." Cass ordered the toast with slurred words. They all raised their glasses in the air to the victory, and took a drink down. Veronica, too young to drink, was stuck toasting with a Nuka-Cola. ED-E hovered around the bar whistling tunes for the party.

"So, what are we going to do now boss with no farm left?" Raul asked the drunken, injured Cowboy.

"Ah," Cowboy spoke in his silent, measured tone. "I'm not real sure. My best bet is try to rebuild. Pull a few strings with the NCR again." he said as he tipped back a glass of whiskey.

"I have a possibility open to you." said a man sitting next to Cowboy. The cowboy never noticed the man sitting there the whole time they were there. His voice was familiar. It had a certain unique tone. The tone of an educated, high brow, yet humble and honeyed voice of a man who would be at home in front of a church pulpit. Cowboy looked over at the stranger to see a man wearing an LAPD SWAT vest, and oddly enough his whole body was wrapped in bandages from head to toe. Cowboy's eyes widened and a hush fell across the bar at the sight of Joshua Graham. "Now that I have your attention." the master speaker paused for effect, "Caeser's Legion has returned to Zion Valley. They are on the warpath once more." Arcade looked towards Cowboy,

"I suppose war..." Cass cut the doctor's statement abrupt.

"Don't you dare finish that statement."