Paco Valdez
You waste no time getting on your horse and riding off into the distance. You dig your heels into Betty's flanks, pushing her harder so that she is at a full gallop. You're not taking any chances sticking around.
Your prisoner moans in pain and discomfort. It's probably not very comfortable riding at such a fast pace while being held down accross the back of a horse.
A few hours pass and you slow Betty to a trot and then stop. You dismount and take a sip of water from the canteen, giving some to Betty next and then to your prisoner.
"Just let me go." He says to you after accepting the swallow of water you provide him.
"Why the hell would I do something stupid like that?" You ask him with a short chuckle.
"Because you might be able to get away without having to drag a prisoner along with you." He reasons.
"Nice try, pal. But you're stuck on the back of my horse whether you like it or not." You tell him.
You hear a gun shot go up in the air and see a trio of riders headed your way. As quickly as possable you mount up on Betty and start to gallop away, but they are too fast for you.
The riders catch you and cut off your path. They circle around you. They are Vigilante's.
One of them, a Mexican in a white hat, points the barrel of a gun at you. "You gonna die meeser." Your own hand goes to your pistol, but you do not draw.
"We're not supposed to kill him." Another intervenes. "Jorge said to make sure he's alive."
The first responds the following disheartening message; "I don' give a sheet. You don' fuck with the Vigilantes and expect to live."
He pulls the trigger. A flash of ignited gun powder explodes before your eyes, a clap of thunder assaults your ears. The bullet goes right through your head before you have time to react. You fall from the back of your horse to land in a dead heap on the desert floor.
Your prisoner moans in pain and discomfort. It's probably not very comfortable riding at such a fast pace while being held down accross the back of a horse.
A few hours pass and you slow Betty to a trot and then stop. You dismount and take a sip of water from the canteen, giving some to Betty next and then to your prisoner.
"Just let me go." He says to you after accepting the swallow of water you provide him.
"Why the hell would I do something stupid like that?" You ask him with a short chuckle.
"Because you might be able to get away without having to drag a prisoner along with you." He reasons.
"Nice try, pal. But you're stuck on the back of my horse whether you like it or not." You tell him.
You hear a gun shot go up in the air and see a trio of riders headed your way. As quickly as possable you mount up on Betty and start to gallop away, but they are too fast for you.
The riders catch you and cut off your path. They circle around you. They are Vigilante's.
One of them, a Mexican in a white hat, points the barrel of a gun at you. "You gonna die meeser." Your own hand goes to your pistol, but you do not draw.
"We're not supposed to kill him." Another intervenes. "Jorge said to make sure he's alive."
The first responds the following disheartening message; "I don' give a sheet. You don' fuck with the Vigilantes and expect to live."
He pulls the trigger. A flash of ignited gun powder explodes before your eyes, a clap of thunder assaults your ears. The bullet goes right through your head before you have time to react. You fall from the back of your horse to land in a dead heap on the desert floor.
