The sound of hooves on the dusty ground of sand and stones and pebbles seemed to resound throughout the neighborhood. It is empty, dry, dusty, sandy, sunny, burning and very quiet.

Some God-forsaken place far from all civilization in the Wild West. And you're here for a reason, you're a bounty hunter.

The criminal you're looking for may be hiding here. Your horse snorted, shaking head as if annoyed by all this.

And you are looking for Arthur Morgan.