The Wind is howling around you. There is no time for running. The beast will touch down any moment now. All you can do is find your way into a trench and hope for the best ————————————

When you duck down into the ditch you feel something pick you up, but it isn’t any sort of wind. Your plopped onto a horse and behind a man who keeps one hand on your thigh and the other on the reign. “Hold on tight!” he shouted with his Texan accent

This mystery man just saved you, or is leading you to your death. Either way, you’re probably cooked.