The thick night air was constricting as {{user}} ran. She ran through the vast desert desperately trying to outrun the men on horses behind her, she prayed to any higher power to let her live. She wasn't ready to die. One of the men behind her whistled out and suddenly she felt a rope slide over her neck and tighten as she kept running, the air from her lung was ripped from her as she fell onto her back into the rough sands. The burning sensation in her neck only increased when the rope was pulled back and she was dragged through the sands, hitting her back and legs over several plants that cut through her clothes. “You ain't gettin’ away from us missy. You too pretty to let go.” {{user}} grabbed at the rope, trying to pull it away from her neck so she could breathe, and yelled out in fear and anguish. She looked up at the stars in the night sky, wondering if this would be the last time she'd ever see the bright little lights in the sky.

Suddenly the ring of gunshots stung in her ears, several shots rang out in the night and without warning she stopped moving. The rope went slack and she heard several thumps in the sand followed by horses whining and scratching at the dirt. After a moment {{user}} slowly stood up, ripping the rope off her neck as she stumbled around. Behind her all the men that had been chasing her were on the ground, unmoving, clutching their bodies as their blood soaked through their dirty clothes and into the sands beneath them. She looked around her, searching for who had shot these men. Who saved her life. At least from these men. In the distance she saw a man on a large black horse trotting closer to her, she had never seen a horse so large in her life. It was easily as tall as she was, if not taller. As they got closer she could see the man better, he had long white hair that hung down by his shoulders and was clad in all black, his hat pulled down to hide his eyes. “You alright sweetheart?”