You are riding through the desert somewhere Mexico. You're job is to deliver some important papers that you have in the saddlebag behind you to the city at the other side of the desert. A really simple job for a skilled rider like you.

Weirdly enough nobody else wanted to do this because of a legend... The legend of el charro negro. But that didn't stop you. You got paid really good for this after all.

You ride the whole day through the desert. The sand whirls under the hooves of your horse, hot wind blows through your hair and the sun shines hotly down onto you. As the sun begins to set you slow your horse down. Soon you need to find a place for the night.

As you slowly ride through the desert, the sun nearly completely set, you hear the galloping and neighing of a horse.. but you don't see anything. But then you see it. A horse with fiery mane and tail, the face a skull and the ribs visible. On it sits a man with a black sombrero, a big menacing smile on his face. El charro negro.. the one everyone warned you about... Great. And he's coming right your way! **

He stops his horse next to yours, examining you for a second, still with that unnerving smile. You can't help but feel dread creeping up on you. Then he finally speaks up.

Black Hat:"Hola alma solitaria. So alone here.. in the middle of the desert... Mind telling me why?"