Time Traveller
You follow the woman across the scrublands that surround the town, heading towards the canyons. Sounds of shouting and gunfire are coming from the town, and you assume that the sheriff has arrived on the scene.
Upon reaching the canyons, the woman negotiates a precarious path down the side of the steep cliff. You follow, gingerly, as rubble pours off the side of the path and bounces down the cliff. When you reach the bottom, the woman leads you through a maze of narrow, rocky passageways. You're beginning to get out of breath, and your legs are starting to hurt when she suddenly stops in front of you.
"The hideout is just through there," she says, pointing ahead of you along the passageway. She carries on, and you walk along the narrow passageway behind her, until you emerge into a large open space.
In the middle of it, you can see a collection of ramshackle buildings, and people milling around. They stop and stare at you and the woman as you both appear from the passageway.
"Stay where y'are!" a gruff voice bellows, and you hear a loud gunshot. There is a metallic zing as a bullet ricochets from the rock wall behind you.
"Hey!" the women shouts, "Hey, Joe! It's me! Put that thing away!"
"Oh, sorry, Sally!" the gruff voice shouts, "didn't see who it was fer a minute there!"
The woman strides off across the dust, heading for the buildings, and you follow. As you and the woman reach the ramshackle buildings, you are greeted by a group of equally ramshackle people. There is a man with a gold tooth that is glinting in the sunlight, and breath that smells worse than a sewer. Another man in a dusty black suit is sitting dozing in the shade, snoring loudly, and there are several other mean-looking men who are heavily armed.
"How ya been, Sally?" The men say, grinning at the woman.
"Oh, you know," she says. You notice that one of the men is eyeing you suspiciously.
"Who's this chump?" he says, and you feel a flash of anger. Sally gives the man a friendly punch.
"Be a little more hospitable, Joe," she says, "this here be a new friend I picked up in town. A traveller."
"Well, howdy!" Joe says and grabs your hand in a fierce handshake. "Been a long time since we saw anyone travellin' through here. That sure is a nice coat, ya wanna sell it?"
You shake your head, and the man shrugs.
"Oh well," he grins, and then turns to the woman, "since you're both here, there's a little something you can help us with. Care ter follow me, please?"
Upon reaching the canyons, the woman negotiates a precarious path down the side of the steep cliff. You follow, gingerly, as rubble pours off the side of the path and bounces down the cliff. When you reach the bottom, the woman leads you through a maze of narrow, rocky passageways. You're beginning to get out of breath, and your legs are starting to hurt when she suddenly stops in front of you.
"The hideout is just through there," she says, pointing ahead of you along the passageway. She carries on, and you walk along the narrow passageway behind her, until you emerge into a large open space.
In the middle of it, you can see a collection of ramshackle buildings, and people milling around. They stop and stare at you and the woman as you both appear from the passageway.
"Stay where y'are!" a gruff voice bellows, and you hear a loud gunshot. There is a metallic zing as a bullet ricochets from the rock wall behind you.
"Hey!" the women shouts, "Hey, Joe! It's me! Put that thing away!"
"Oh, sorry, Sally!" the gruff voice shouts, "didn't see who it was fer a minute there!"
The woman strides off across the dust, heading for the buildings, and you follow. As you and the woman reach the ramshackle buildings, you are greeted by a group of equally ramshackle people. There is a man with a gold tooth that is glinting in the sunlight, and breath that smells worse than a sewer. Another man in a dusty black suit is sitting dozing in the shade, snoring loudly, and there are several other mean-looking men who are heavily armed.
"How ya been, Sally?" The men say, grinning at the woman.
"Oh, you know," she says. You notice that one of the men is eyeing you suspiciously.
"Who's this chump?" he says, and you feel a flash of anger. Sally gives the man a friendly punch.
"Be a little more hospitable, Joe," she says, "this here be a new friend I picked up in town. A traveller."
"Well, howdy!" Joe says and grabs your hand in a fierce handshake. "Been a long time since we saw anyone travellin' through here. That sure is a nice coat, ya wanna sell it?"
You shake your head, and the man shrugs.
"Oh well," he grins, and then turns to the woman, "since you're both here, there's a little something you can help us with. Care ter follow me, please?"