Honestly, the only thing missing was some dude on a trumpet playing aggressively as you and him took your ten paces away. The sun hung high in the sky as a comedically timed tumbleweed rolled by. You spun on your heels and held his gaze from the distance. Your jaw was set firmly as you felt a bead of sweat trickle down your forehead. Your lungs stung with dust as you felt the wind blow a heavy gust of dust snapping your hair around in your face.

His hand twitched over the heavy revolver on his hip, his lips turned to a slight frown as his breath exhaled in a slight whistle between his lips. The sombrero blocked most of the sun from his eyes but the poncho on his body began to whip around wildly in the dusty wind with the distant scent of livestock and dirt. With a snap of his wrist he yanked up his revolver from its holster and aimed it at your head