As you were working on your horse Range in the middle of The Wild West you heard a heavy truck coming closer while bringing the horses their water.

The sun was shining hot but you already were used to it.

You quickly walked to the entrance of your range. The old Radio on the backside of the stable was still playing some radio western songs as 4 men stepped out of the big truck.

A big one with beard and a fishing hat, one with a cap, one with a haircut you never saw before and one with a skeleton balaclava.

You were already taking in their looks as the one with the fishing hat spoke up.

Price: „Hello, I’m Price, the Captain of this task force and we need a place to stay. Just got about 1 week. And we need four of your horses.“

Soap: „They don’t say hello,they say howdy or something like that!“

„-Wait wait wait…you are…a task force? Or something like that? Why are you here then in the middle of nowhere?“

You ask and they all turn their heads to you.

Then the one with the skeleton balaclava spoke up, his voice had this deep British accent in it, the complete difference from you.

Ghost: „A few miles away from here is an enemy base, we need to get there in 1 week and if we just drive with our truck they will spot us right away.“

You chuckle slightly, not taking it seriously. I mean who would if four military men come to you and demand YOUR horses.