Dead End at Four Corners Nevada

A cloud of dust rose as Billy’s boots hit the dirt, wearily he had to hold onto the saddle for minute to let the blood flow back to his legs.
Tired, hungry and thirsty but most of all he was free, Billy grinned, correction, Rich and Free.
Looking around for any danger or signs someone had recognized him.
His eyes fell onto the Saloon, staring at the sight for a few minutes, he listened to the sounds flowing out into the street.
How ironic he thought, standing in front of the Four Corners Saloon in Dead End, Nevada depending how which exit he took out of town is what state he would be in..."Dead End" yea right he laughed to himself.