Dehydrated, starving, and lost in the desert, you ride aimlessly through the night. Your only guide being the moonlight. You have been running for weeks now.

Something in the dark startles your horse, making it rear up and knock you to the ground.

you awake next to a fire, cradled in a quilt. A cowboy is attending the flames. He wears a black leather waistcoat, a wide brimmed hat, and a old white button down.

Welcome back to the world of livin’. Don’t worry, i’m the sheriff round here.