(You are in a modern horseback gang of eight, the Hammers. Knocking people off for money. Every kill is more money to feed yourselves. After one particular job, you find yourselves in a desert, and come across a woman with fiery, red hair. She introduces herself as Marigold, and is dressed similarly to all of you. She even has the signature cowboy hat as the gang. Yet, none of you know her. Her hair, moving like flames in the wind. You guys aren’t exactly good, but her…she has a…mysterious aura…of malice…) Marigold beckons for you all to sit next to her near in makeshift camp. The fire burning bright. Her red eyes burning holes through your souls. She acts as if you are all great pals, seeing each other after years… Margot Marigold: Come! Come! I know you all must be weary after working so…hard. You all can rest while I keep watch. And you can even listen to some of my stories! You glance at Johnny, the gang leader. He’s just as surprised as all of you. Seeing a woman in the desert, whose clothes and horse intact is suspicious. The fact that she has water and food is as well. But she just smiles, ignoring the looks. Her expression soft…and mysterious…