bardog hollered crossed the empty bar now,
“Hey, if youse men gonna do this, do it out back, I don’t wanna clean the mess.” The stranger continued to walk out towards his horse, not looking back to see the results but hearing only one bullet fired. The stranger went over to gig the Crowfeed. The stranger, while riding, decided to look once again at the bounty post to see what the criminal had done. Wanted! Dead or Alive, La Jinete Pálida, for Murder, Robbery, Assualt, Horse theft, Kidnapping, and Ransoming a hostage. Reward for his capture $500 Dead, $700 Alive, so the people he has wronged can watch him swing. By order of Nevada Governor Henry G. Blasdel. In the middle of the poster was a portrait of what La Jinete Pálida most likely looked like. He looked to be about in his late 20’s, about six foot, with no discerning features, except for that he has two colt 45’s that were silver. As he finished reading the poster, a sandstorm started to form in front of him. All the varmints around him started to find cover. The stranger made sure the horse’s fly mask was on, and once it was, he covered his face with an old bandana, covered with blood, sweat, sand, and dirt. The sandstorm 54
whipped the small debris across his face, blinding him from seeing far away.
When the storm passed,
the stranger was nearing a plateau surrounded by a plain.
The grass was a brownish green color that looked to be around knee-high, and the plateau was made out of rigid limestone, exposed due to the storms that pass through. The stranger could see with the light of the moon that there
was something off about the base of the plateau, and when he went to investigate, he found there was a crevice big enough for him to set camp.
The
stranger pulled out a stake and hammer, tying his
horse to the stake in the ground to prevent escape.
He set up a small fire from some dead grass and branches he found as well as kept on his horse. When the fire started to burn, it filled the crevice with the smell and smoke of a burning juniper tree. While the fire started to rage, the stranger went into the plain to set traps to catch some critters for breakfast the next morning.
The winds blew
across the tall grass, covering up the sounds of his steps.
After that was set, he went back to get
ready for a night of sleep because he had a feeling that tomorrow would be a busy day.
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