Crack! The reins of your stagecoach lashed, the four horses attached to the wagon shifted into a sprint down the dusty, sand ridden path. In the sky it was painted with the golden suns rays, but that light would eventually fade into the darkness of the night. The area you entered into was a barren, vast desert that was said to be filled with outlaws. Your horses kept clomping along the path until bullets whizzed past and through your wagon. Outlaws a group of 5 surrounding you on horse.