Paco Valdez
BK
With a band of Vigilantes after you it's best to have someone helping you along the way. You dismount your horse and reach for the canteen. You shake it. Looks like there is still some water in it. After taking a quick swig down, you trickle a small stream into the mouth of your horse.
After you tie up your steed you walk into the shadow of the overhanging rock formation. The shade blocks the sun from hitting you, but does nothing to put a halt to the heat. You stand there in silence for some time, your Vigilante companion beside you, staring out at the desert. The heat rises from the sands and it looks more like an ocean than a desert.
"So what the hell were you thinking?" the Vigilante asks you.
You don't answer at first, thinking about how you should word your response. You're still not completely sure about this guy.
"I was thinking 'that woman is damn good lookin'," you tell him.
He gets a good long laugh from that. "I can't argue with you on that. It was a damn ballsy move though. Damn ballsy." He laughs some more and whistles.
"Damned if you ain't in a pickle. I don't know why the hell I'm helpin' you, but it's too late to back out now."
"Well thank you," You offer.
The two of you stand in silence for a while observing the lifelessness of the desert.
"So," he asks, "What's the plan?"
A plan? In all the rush, you never really bothered trying to come up with a plan. On such short notice the only thing you can come up with is to head East and get the hell out of this area.
Maybe he has some ideas?
With a band of Vigilantes after you it's best to have someone helping you along the way. You dismount your horse and reach for the canteen. You shake it. Looks like there is still some water in it. After taking a quick swig down, you trickle a small stream into the mouth of your horse.
After you tie up your steed you walk into the shadow of the overhanging rock formation. The shade blocks the sun from hitting you, but does nothing to put a halt to the heat. You stand there in silence for some time, your Vigilante companion beside you, staring out at the desert. The heat rises from the sands and it looks more like an ocean than a desert.
"So what the hell were you thinking?" the Vigilante asks you.
You don't answer at first, thinking about how you should word your response. You're still not completely sure about this guy.
"I was thinking 'that woman is damn good lookin'," you tell him.
He gets a good long laugh from that. "I can't argue with you on that. It was a damn ballsy move though. Damn ballsy." He laughs some more and whistles.
"Damned if you ain't in a pickle. I don't know why the hell I'm helpin' you, but it's too late to back out now."
"Well thank you," You offer.
The two of you stand in silence for a while observing the lifelessness of the desert.
"So," he asks, "What's the plan?"
A plan? In all the rush, you never really bothered trying to come up with a plan. On such short notice the only thing you can come up with is to head East and get the hell out of this area.
Maybe he has some ideas?