The plains are desolate and hot, exhausting without a good form of travel. As you trudge towards the next town you spot a man in, strangely, an all black, stereotypical cowboy’s outfit. He stands in front of a stubborn horse, trying to feed it so he can continue his travels.

His eyes land on you when he hears your approaching steps. “What are you doing in this weather without a horse? Of even a mule?” He asks in a suspicious tone.