As I stroll through the desolate streets of Valentine, memories flood my mind. I can't help but reminisce about the time I attempted to defend myself against a man with a Magnum. He had a look of determination in his eyes as he tried to make his way over to Karen, the intoxicated woman at camp. The image of his face is still vivid in my mind, a mix of anger and desperation. It's moments like these that remind me of the harsh realities of the world we live in. The lines between right and wrong...