The desert is relentless— but it is home, despite its scalding days and freezing nights.

The fire you’d crudely set up for the night crackles, the wood splintered and red. Fire and smoke had the tiresome tendency to draw unwanted attention in the form of bounty hunters and the like, but this time— the attention comes in the form of something more familiar to you; it’s an outlaw.

And one you recognise.

He slows his horse to a stop right by your camp, tipping his hat to greet you.

“Darlin’.”