It was late at night when you’d finally stopped to set up camp, tending to your horse and finally giving yourself some desperately needed sustenances.

You sat at a camp fire when you heard the click of hoofs when you quickly turned your head to meet the mystery person approaching, hand firmly on your gun

“Sorry to bother yer’ i’m kinda lost” a deep voice called out from on the horse, it was a man with a skull bandana on staring down at you