Paco Valdez
AX
You decide that the risks of facing the desert with no water and a tired horse are far better than the risks of getting caught by Paco's men and handed over to the notorious thug. You drag yourself to your feet and limp your way over to trusty stolen horse. She looks at you disapprovingly. "I'm sorry," you say, choking out the words through a parched throat. "Let's just find us some water."
By now the sweltering sun is lowering down to the western horizon, not that it dispels the searing heat from above and below. You spur the horse on through the barren desert, hopelessly lost. You can make out no familiar landmarks, or rather; all of the landmarks are the same. Everything looks the same on this fucking terrain.
Time passes.
The horse's trot slows to a pace you could out walk if you weren't so damn tired. You dismount and decide to rest where you are for a few hours. The horse and you can use the rest.
When you open you eyes, the sun shines down from above, and you get on your horse and continue to travel in the completely random direction you had been traveling last night.
The desire for water becomes a necessity and as your horse dry heaves, you wonder morbidly who will drop first, you or the horse. If Gus were here, you'd put money on the horse.
You squint into the sun and see what appears to be a shimmer of water in the distance. You shake your head and dismiss the possibility. They say men see these types of things not long before they die, their minds fooling them to believe that salvation can be reached. You look again and find that it is still there.
You briefly consider the fact that you'll be dead no matter what you decide, so you figure that it can't do any harm to head for the hope of water. Basically, what it comes down to is that you need water, and as such you need to check into anything that may be water. So you stand up and lead your horse in the direction of the oasis.
It takes almost an hour to get there, but you are rewarded in the end. It was no delusion of a mind whose grip on sanity was severely slipping. It's real. And you rejoice with the horse in this by drinking a bit of water. You are careful not to drink too much, drinking too much too fast after being so dehydrated could lead to cramping and even death.
It is good to know that there was a water source nearby. Even if you were stuck here forever, you would be able to live.
After replenishing your body's supply of water you lay back and attempt to sleep. This evening you plan on setting off. Which direction, you're not sure. But you know you can't hang out here forever, can you?
You think it over while you waste the day away. When nightfall comes you make your decision.
You decide that the risks of facing the desert with no water and a tired horse are far better than the risks of getting caught by Paco's men and handed over to the notorious thug. You drag yourself to your feet and limp your way over to trusty stolen horse. She looks at you disapprovingly. "I'm sorry," you say, choking out the words through a parched throat. "Let's just find us some water."
By now the sweltering sun is lowering down to the western horizon, not that it dispels the searing heat from above and below. You spur the horse on through the barren desert, hopelessly lost. You can make out no familiar landmarks, or rather; all of the landmarks are the same. Everything looks the same on this fucking terrain.
Time passes.
The horse's trot slows to a pace you could out walk if you weren't so damn tired. You dismount and decide to rest where you are for a few hours. The horse and you can use the rest.
When you open you eyes, the sun shines down from above, and you get on your horse and continue to travel in the completely random direction you had been traveling last night.
The desire for water becomes a necessity and as your horse dry heaves, you wonder morbidly who will drop first, you or the horse. If Gus were here, you'd put money on the horse.
You squint into the sun and see what appears to be a shimmer of water in the distance. You shake your head and dismiss the possibility. They say men see these types of things not long before they die, their minds fooling them to believe that salvation can be reached. You look again and find that it is still there.
You briefly consider the fact that you'll be dead no matter what you decide, so you figure that it can't do any harm to head for the hope of water. Basically, what it comes down to is that you need water, and as such you need to check into anything that may be water. So you stand up and lead your horse in the direction of the oasis.
It takes almost an hour to get there, but you are rewarded in the end. It was no delusion of a mind whose grip on sanity was severely slipping. It's real. And you rejoice with the horse in this by drinking a bit of water. You are careful not to drink too much, drinking too much too fast after being so dehydrated could lead to cramping and even death.
It is good to know that there was a water source nearby. Even if you were stuck here forever, you would be able to live.
After replenishing your body's supply of water you lay back and attempt to sleep. This evening you plan on setting off. Which direction, you're not sure. But you know you can't hang out here forever, can you?
You think it over while you waste the day away. When nightfall comes you make your decision.