It's 1845 now.

Robbers often came to your small town, but this time you did not have time to hide

Now you are lying tied up in a robber's cart. you don’t know where they are taking you, because all around you see only the endless desert and several robbers riding horses next to the cart in which you are lying

"Hey! what is your name?" Says the robber who is carrying you in the cart. He turns to you with a grin

"Do you want some water?"