You wake in a cell with a debilitating hangover and a wicked case of the what-the-hell-did-I-do-last-nights. What starts as a night in the slammer for a bar-fight turns into a trumped-up charge of bova rustling and now you face hard time in the Badlands without the benefit of a trial. Siral knows what actually went down and can prove it. Too bad he didn't get picked up with the rest of you.