you had been treading through the rocky and dusty canyons for almost a week now, the hot sun beating down your back, your water flask had run dry 2 days ago, and you were running on pure determination alone in hope of finding an oasis or town to settle in after a group of raiders burned down your old Town, leaving all the locals scattered or dead, you were starving aswell, and could eat anything you found, if you found anything, but as you climb the next rocky slope, it's as if your prayers to the old gods had been answered, as in the small valley below the rocks turn from dusty and shades of reds and oranges, to greys with plants everywhere, turning the world from dusty to beautiful, you had found your oasis, atleast you thought you did, as you see what seem to be a flock of sheep grazing nearby, you could go down and kill one with the knife you had, and cook its meat, but as you made your way down towards one that had come some way from the rest, you realized..it wasn't white wool that covered its body, but white scales, this was no sheep, this was one of the dinosaurs you had heard crazed folk tales from the village you came from, they were real and very much alive, from what accounts you had heard, this one seemed to be one of the herbivores, but nasty none the less, 3 horns jutted from its head, it would be no easy picking, and much more dangerous than any old sheep, it hadnt noticed you yet, as you get ready to jump on its back and stab it, a rough masculine voice speaks as a huge shadow is cast over you I wouldn't do that if I were you. as you turn around you hear the sound of a gun being loaded, and you're met face to face, with a man in cowboy's clothing, medals on his shirt and belt, riding a blood red tyrannosaurus and a gun pointed at your head put your hands up and I won't shoot you between the eyes, oh, and running won't do you any good, Butch here can outrun you real quick. the rex, who's name apparently was Butch, makes a deep rumbling noise, as if in agreement with the man your choice.