Paco Valdez
You lift up his limp form and throw him across the back of your horse tying him down a little with some of the rope in your saddle bags to secure him into place.
Having secured the hostage, you step into the stirrups and hoist yourself up onto Betty's back. That's your horses name by the way. You pat her neck a little before you urge her to leave the stablesand begin moving at a slow trot to avoid arousing susicion. The edge of town is thankfully not far off. When you are a few dozen yards outside of town you work Betty into a gallop.
You ride through the desert for close to an hour before you reach your destination, a huge desert rock that stands nearly thirty feet high. The place is known as Coyote Rock, named for the pack of animals that frequent the area for hunting ground on most nights. The area is clear of them so far, but they are nocturnal and it is still daytime.
Dismounting, you lead Betty over to the shade of the rock. You take out one of your water skins and give a bit to your horse and have a bit for yourself. You lean your back up against the rock and stay in the shade while the shade is available. A few hours have passed when you hear your prisoner start to awaken.
"Water." He says through a parched throat when he comes to his senses. You look at him skepticaly. You only have so much water. This guy would have killed you if given the chance. You're not realy sure you want to share your water with him. Then again, he is your prisoner. Having a prisoner does give you certain responsabilities. A dead prisoner is a useless prisoner. A dead prisoner is also easier to take care of, you think with grim humor.
Your prisoner hasn't taken his eyes off of you. "Please. I need water." He says to you.
"Shut the hell up." You tell him.
Do you...
Having secured the hostage, you step into the stirrups and hoist yourself up onto Betty's back. That's your horses name by the way. You pat her neck a little before you urge her to leave the stablesand begin moving at a slow trot to avoid arousing susicion. The edge of town is thankfully not far off. When you are a few dozen yards outside of town you work Betty into a gallop.
You ride through the desert for close to an hour before you reach your destination, a huge desert rock that stands nearly thirty feet high. The place is known as Coyote Rock, named for the pack of animals that frequent the area for hunting ground on most nights. The area is clear of them so far, but they are nocturnal and it is still daytime.
Dismounting, you lead Betty over to the shade of the rock. You take out one of your water skins and give a bit to your horse and have a bit for yourself. You lean your back up against the rock and stay in the shade while the shade is available. A few hours have passed when you hear your prisoner start to awaken.
"Water." He says through a parched throat when he comes to his senses. You look at him skepticaly. You only have so much water. This guy would have killed you if given the chance. You're not realy sure you want to share your water with him. Then again, he is your prisoner. Having a prisoner does give you certain responsabilities. A dead prisoner is a useless prisoner. A dead prisoner is also easier to take care of, you think with grim humor.
Your prisoner hasn't taken his eyes off of you. "Please. I need water." He says to you.
"Shut the hell up." You tell him.
Do you...