The first person to pull down a bounty poster in the borderlands was Vest.
She did it on a Thursday morning at the post outside the town four miles from where Duskfall sat in the western hills. She pulled it down, folded it in half the way you fold something you have decided has no further business existing, and dropped it in the fire.
She told nobody. She did not announce it. She went about her day.
By the following Monday seven more posters had come down across the western and northern borderlands. Nobody coordinated it.
Nobody organized it. They simply came down, taken by people who had no connection to each other except the understanding that had been running through borderlands communities for forty years like groundwater quiet everywhere and doing its work without needing to be seen.
