Fargo was not a corporate spy, lawman, or someone with uncanny skills, or someone that had a background with the Navy SEALS. Not in the slightest. Instead, he was a simple man who sold saddles for a living to cowboys and cowgirls in Stockton County, making a living. He wasn’t complex or obsessed with minds behind crime. And nor was he associated with a law-abiding task force to take down criminals. On the contrary, Fargo was rather dull and normal, but neither description prevented him from pulling away from Chip after saying, “I’ll be back in a second or two,” and following Hoodie between the houses and down Caton Alley.