Paco Valdez
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Thank you," You say to the crazy old man with the peculiar aroma, "But I should be able to find it on my own."
"You sure about that?" He asks you, a frown of disappointment stretching momentarily across his face.
"Pretty sure, yeah. I have a map and all." You say before giving him a half hearted little wave and stepping out the door.
The air outside is refreshing. It feels good to be able to breathe without the need to fight back a gag reflex.
You start out heading towards the saloon, but figure that your companions will likely be in there. You don't plan on splitting this loot with them. It is yours by right of blood, and yours alone. You head towards the stables, tucking your "package" into your vest.
You enter the stables and walk to your horse. You give her a little rub down and a pat before untying her and mounting up. Betty trots out of the stables and into the street, heading out of town.
You ride eastward for a few hours before dismounting and rationing out your water between your horse and yourself. As the sun starts to set, you give the map a glance over and nod satisfactorily that you are headed in the right direction. You're pretty sure, anyway.
You start a fire and eat some of the jerky rations in your saddle bags, giving Betty some oats. Eventually you drift off to sleep in the night.
Your dreams are a little frightening. Paco Valdez is chasing you down, shooting at you constantly with an infinitesimally large pack of Vigilantes at his sides. They fire upon you so much that it almost sounds like a constant boom.
You reach shelter behind a giant rock in the middle of the desert which can only be Coyote Rock. Gus and Annie are there waiting for you, but they only point and laugh. You follow the direction of their pointing to see Claire Montego (Paco's girl) with her mouth around your manhood. She smiles grimly up at you and pulls a gun from her skirts before shooting you dead.
You wake up in a cold sweat and try to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. You open your eyes to find yourself surrounded by Kamani natives. They look none too pleased to see you in their territory.
Thank you," You say to the crazy old man with the peculiar aroma, "But I should be able to find it on my own."
"You sure about that?" He asks you, a frown of disappointment stretching momentarily across his face.
"Pretty sure, yeah. I have a map and all." You say before giving him a half hearted little wave and stepping out the door.
The air outside is refreshing. It feels good to be able to breathe without the need to fight back a gag reflex.
You start out heading towards the saloon, but figure that your companions will likely be in there. You don't plan on splitting this loot with them. It is yours by right of blood, and yours alone. You head towards the stables, tucking your "package" into your vest.
You enter the stables and walk to your horse. You give her a little rub down and a pat before untying her and mounting up. Betty trots out of the stables and into the street, heading out of town.
You ride eastward for a few hours before dismounting and rationing out your water between your horse and yourself. As the sun starts to set, you give the map a glance over and nod satisfactorily that you are headed in the right direction. You're pretty sure, anyway.
You start a fire and eat some of the jerky rations in your saddle bags, giving Betty some oats. Eventually you drift off to sleep in the night.
Your dreams are a little frightening. Paco Valdez is chasing you down, shooting at you constantly with an infinitesimally large pack of Vigilantes at his sides. They fire upon you so much that it almost sounds like a constant boom.
You reach shelter behind a giant rock in the middle of the desert which can only be Coyote Rock. Gus and Annie are there waiting for you, but they only point and laugh. You follow the direction of their pointing to see Claire Montego (Paco's girl) with her mouth around your manhood. She smiles grimly up at you and pulls a gun from her skirts before shooting you dead.
You wake up in a cold sweat and try to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. You open your eyes to find yourself surrounded by Kamani natives. They look none too pleased to see you in their territory.