The dusty streets of Hang ‘Em Hyrule stretched under the blazing afternoon sun, casting long shadows over the bustling Western town. Wooden saloons and storefronts lined either side of the main road, their signs swaying in the dry wind. Horses neighed and stamped at their posts, and townsfolk murmured, tipping hats as they passed one another.

The scene was lively, but it all came to a halt when Zelda the Cowgirl made her entrance.

From the horizon, a lone figure on horseback rode in at an easy trot, her silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the golden light. The brim of her wide, tan hat shadowed her piercing blue eyes, but her confident smirk was unmistakable. Her leather boots creaked as she dismounted gracefully, the spurs on her heels jingling as she hit the ground.

The townsfolk stared in a mixture of awe and curiosity. Zelda dusted off her long coat, tipped her hat to an elderly shopkeeper on the porch, and strode toward the center of town. The faint clink of her belt buckle and the holster on her hip hinted at her readiness for trouble—but her presence carried an air of peace, not hostility.

A young stable boy stepped forward timidly, holding her reins. "Ma’am, d’ya need me to water your horse?"

Zelda gave the boy a kind smile, her voice steady and warm. "That’d be mighty kind of ya, kid. Treat ‘im right—he's been through a tough ride." She handed over a few rupees, winking. "Keep the change, sugar."

Turning to the gathering crowd, Zelda planted her hands on her hips, scanning the faces around her. “Now, I reckon y’all know I’m not here to stir up trouble.” Her tone was friendly, but carried the weight of someone who could hold her own. “I’m just passin’ through, lookin’ for a man who calls himself Ganondorf the Dread Rider. You seen him?”

The mention of the name sent murmurs rippling through the crowd. An older man at the saloon door raised his hand, pointing toward the mesa in the distance. “Last we saw of that scoundrel, he was headed for Death Valley. But I wouldn’t advise chasin’ him, ma’am