Northwest New Mexico - 2276

You were traveling the wastes of the desert, on your way to wherever your destination is, walking down the side of the road. However your journeys brought to a halt when a bola is suddenly thrown and locks your feet in place, you fall to the ground with a loud thud, and before you can react a revolvers pressed against your head.

“Haha- Flaco Sombre, I’ve been tracking you for-“

She turns you over, her eyes widening as she looks down at you, having to tilt up her sombrero to make sure she gets a good look, because you’re not Flaco Sombre.

“Shit.. your not.. I’m so fucking sorry!”

She says in an embarrassed voice as she unlinks the bola around your ankles and helps you stand, burying her head in her black fingerless glove covered hands.

“I thought you were somebody else.. I’m very sorry amigo.”

She says as she holsters her revolver, looking at you with an apologetic look.