I found me a Rusty Old Shotgun at level 3 but can't use till level 17 and I've never prayed an inch or stepped even two feet near the church at all. So I don't think praying has much to do with it. I'm a lawman not a priest. And I'll be to 17 before yer know it and drag out the rusty old gun in case someone wants to come breaking the law in Barter Bat Masterson's Town. Trinidad, one of the meanest towns in the West until Bat cleaned er up with his own deputies in tow ... "I've only had to use my pistols 6 times on another man," Bat was quoted as noting and only killed one man in his life; though he served side by side with Wyatt Earp. No wonder though, Bat was no slouch with a gun so it would be a bad idea to have drawn on him. Just goes to show you the real west was not won with guns and outlaws, but hard work, determination and perseverance from a proud people. And those that didn't follow the rules, well ole Bat and Wyatt could handle that. "I once shot a man for snoring," Jesse James was quoted once. Though his own friend shot him in the back later. It reminds you of the Civil War era really. a Bunch of farmers one side fighting friend against friend on the other. Going to take this one to the history books they'd probably be quoted as saying until the Federal Side brought in the reinforcements. Just goes to show you. A government big enough to give you everything, Abe Lincoln noted, is one that is big enough to take it away. Ain't that a fact. So in the end the outlaw breeds of course were the dying truths of hundreds and thousands of people who just wanted to live in peace. Fame and glory go with ye to boot hill of course and then the maker has the say in the reality. And when we say outlaw breeds we also mean those that duel workers or adventurers and such. Just remember this, in the end, it is but a mere reflection on one's own dueling weaknesses. Nothing more. Read most towns boards they mostly band together against that that don't believe in this one. And rightfully so. Once again, the real truths of the dying breeds were buried in boot hill. No honor nor glory in that. Robbing, stealing, thieving, well, that's why the good always outnumber the bad. And they always will. When a posse was needed did a town have to beg a troop to help them with a fort fight for example. Did they have to beg everyone to help. Nope, many a brave soul risked their lives and left the safety and comforts of their loved ones, some to never return, knowing in the end that was the only logical and sensible thing to do. Sure there were vagrants, rufians and side winders who combatted and took advantage of everything they could and still are today, but for the most part, people were good and in Barter Bat Masterson's Town, Trinidad, so are we. Not a peaceful town, not a bad town, just a town that has morals. Nothing more. Just a thought by a rusty old shotgun carrying lawman.