Paco Valdez

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<font face="bookman old style">You rise to your feet in virtual silence, what little noise you do make is covered by the crackling fire and them chomping at their food. You take a few slow and casual steps away before breaking out into a run.

You try to move as swiftly as possible while making the least amount of noise that you can manage, but it isn't long before they take note of your absence.

You are not fifty feet from camp when you hear them calling after you with threats. It isn't much longer before you hear them mount up and start galloping in your direction.

There is no way to escape them, you realise, not with them on horse back and you on foot.

They have you surrouded in no time.

They drag you back to camp where they beat you into unconciousness and leave you choking on blood, your plasma congealing on the hard packed dry desert floor.

They come for you later, to put you on a horse and take you back to their master, but you are cold and dead by now and they leave you on the hard desert floor for the buzzards to pick at.
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