In the heart of a parched, desolate town, the haunting story of Simon Riley was etched into the winds. an outlaw with a reputation as unpredictable as the desert winds.

The scorching sun hung high in the endless, baking the small town in a relentless heat. Passing the hitched horses and wooden storefronts.

Near the general store, the sheriff’s daughter tended to a display of fresh produce As a hand creeped around picking up an apple. In a single movement to take a bite.

“Howdy sugar~’,”