"It's high noon," McCree said, his words echoing off the rocky cliffs that surrounded the road known as Route 66. He was standing atop Big Earl's, his hand waving around his weapon. He was waiting for the perfect chance to pull the trigger. He only had a few seconds until he would be noticed and denied of the shot, so he had to take it soon. Sweat dripping down his forehead, he took only a moment to look down at a small rival gang, whom had their hands full with Ashe and Bob—his cohorts for this particular mission.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The shots rang throughout the echoey chamber. He stood there for a moment, his hand gripping his Peacekeeper's handle tightly with another hand hovering above the hammer. Lifting the weapon to his lips, he blew the smoke from the barrel before swiping it back to his scabbard in one swift motion.

"How'd ye like them apples, Ashe?" He asked dryly, jumping down from the building's roof and onto the road.

"I wouldn't get too cocky, McCree," She responded, rolling her eyes at the redundant question. "Besides, without me, you would've been toast."

"Eh," McCree said, chuckling a little bit, "I wouldn't say I needed ye, but I 'preciate the help."

They stood there in the middle of the bloodstained stand, looking down at the bodies. The Deadlock Gang—which was lead by the infamous Ashe—had seen a score, and they couldn't resist. Weapons, explosives, and experimental devices filled various crates that Bob had started packing onto the large platform that they used to transport things like these.

"What should we do with the bodies?" McCree asked, lightly kicking one of them to make sure it was either fully out or dead. He grimaced at the smell of the bodies. Why do gang members always have to smell like they haven't taken a bath in years? He thought while waving the air around his nose.

"Leave 'em here," Ashe responded, "let's make a lesson out of them for the other gangs. After all, this is what you get for attacking the Deadlock Gang."

McCree and Ashe disagreed on many things involving the Deadlock Gang; however, they could never truly disagree. After all, they were like brother and sister. She always had his back, and he always had hers. If something unfortunate were to happen to one, you could damn well determine that the other would be there too in the middle of it. Regardless, McCree and Ashe were almost inseparable… almost.

"I'll see you later, Jesse," The cowgirl said as she got onto her bike, "Make sure Bob doesn't screw up the shipment, will you?"

"I'll try," He said, chuckling a little bit before turning to Bob, who had tilted his head at the comment. Ashe tipped her hat at the cowboy and sped off towards the Deadlock Gang's hideout. McCree shook his head at the woman before turning back to Bob. "Well, ye best get on with it, Bob. Wouldn't want t' disappoint the lady, would ye?"

At this, Bob immediately went back to loading the cart, leaving McCree to reminisce upon his times with Ashe. Boy, were they good times, huh? McCree thought, grinning at the memories he had with her. They had met in the most unfortunate circumstances. He had been caught stealing from her manor by the young woman—who was in her late teens at the time. Luckily for him, Ashe's family had been gone, so she was alone with the omnic butler.

Ashe told the ruffian that she knew she wasn't meant for the lavish lifestyles that her family brought her into. Instead, she knew that she was destined to get down and dirty with the best of them. Because of this, she said that she'd tag along with McCree for a few weeks. After these few weeks, Ashe had determine that she was called for this life, not the life of wealth and power of her parents. So McCree and Ashe ran off, obviously taking Bob with them.

Ashe—who had grown tired of all the infighting between the gangs that filled the American Southwest—decided to take command of the situation, banding all the gangs together under one banner: the Deadlock Gang banner. Power changed people, and McCree saw this first-hand. However, it was different with Ashe. She'd already been changed with power since a young kid, so she stayed the same way of when McCree met her. Glad that she had taken the position of leading the Deadlock Gang, McCree was happy to stay behind the scenes, for he was never one to take control of a situation.

And throughout these years, McCree and Ashe stayed as close friends.

"Bob, let's pack up and go," McCree told the butler, breaking from his memories. Bob looked at McCree and nodded before starting up the transporter. The cowboy climbed onto his bike and nodded towards Bob with a smile, saying, "good luck on getting that to Ashe, and I'll see ye later."

The bike sped off down the road, leaving Bob alone with the cargo. Chuckling to himself as he rode on Route 66, he couldn't but smile at the memories.