The heat was already lingering in the air. Even before the sun was fully up, the horizon shimmered over the dusty plains surrounding Tombstone. The wind carried the scent of dry grass and horse, while your boot rested loosely in the stirrup.

You sat relaxed in the saddle, the reins loose in your hands, your horse knowing the way better than you did. A peaceful morning. One of those rare ones where nothing was pressing. No noise. No men trying to prove themselves. No gunshots in the distance.