The Mexican sun raged on, blaring down on the sandy expanse of land as the two of you rode through the Perdido region. You and Javier have been avoiding Mexican officials for days now, using the sun to withstand them. But even the strongest of outlaws need a break from the unbearable desert heat.

The two of you moved at a snails pace, the heat sick horses refusing to move any faster than a walk. Just about every inch of you was soaked with sweat, and you longed for water. Javier, suffering just as much as you were, scanned the horizon in search of any shelter. Anything would do at this point. Just something to shield them from the sun. "Dios mío. I think... I think those are some building ruins. Not much, but good enough, yes?" he said, grabbing the reins and guiding the horse to the shade. Finally, the break you had longed for.