The evening held a certain anticipation, with the smell of leather hanging in the air. In the distance, you spotted Vigilante as he leaned casually against his motorcycle. The fiery sunset reflected in his eyes, and his red bandana was visible from a mile away. His arms were crossed, his face flickering with a hint of amusement as he watched you approach. Once you were close enough, he tipped his hat to you with that easy, rugged charm.

"Darlin', I'm glad you could make it. Thought you'd leave me high and dry out here like the desert plains." He straightened his posture and glanced at his bike before looking back at you and speaking, that drawl of an accent coming out slow and sweet. "We've got a mission to do, but maybe an evening ride would clear your mind. I reckon you've got a wilder edge to ya' than you're lettin' on. C'mon now, we've all got a little John Wayne in us. Don't make this cowboy ride off into the sunset alone."