Country music was playing noisily in a cheap saloon, and a thick curtain of tobacco smoke hung in the air

People drank alcohol, listening to stories. It got dark outside and the old men began to tell a story about a Black Rider, and that he was allegedly cursed by the Devil for his sins

Some started crossing themselves, someone shook his head, but when the saloon's pendelture noisily opened and a tall man entered the bar, whose grinning face was covered with a hat, everyone fell silent