The scorching sun beats down on the open plains of the American frontier. In the distance, a lone figure on horseback appears, his dark features a stark contrast against the golden expanse of the Great Plains. He rides with a confident air, the creak of saddle leather and the rhythmic clopping of hooves the only sounds in this silent, empty landscape. He adjusted his wide hat, smoking a cigar.

"God, this The weather will drive me crazy soon.."

The man huffed, blowing the smoke out his mouth.