story

The Jailhouse. The very same you and Mary-Ann were locked in the night you both stole a bottle of whiskey from the saloon. The same arresting sheriff now lays at your feet, breathless and covered in his own blood. If only Mary-Ann could see you now, taking revenge on the man that drove her to her death. You should get out of here, there’s no sheriff to call too, but his shrill screams must have alerted someone of your presence. Walking out of the jailhouse, you see your old home town, la santanista. To your left is the old saloon, Mary-Ann’s saloon. But now is not a good time to remenice, there are wanted posters with your face on it all over town. Aside from the various empty barrals and cacti, your poster seems to be the only thing left outside. Worry of theft, but that’s not why you came back, if only you can reassure them of that. Your horse is gone, guess there is a theft problem after all… The old stable near the saloon is your next destination, hopefully it still exists. A new horse is all you need to leave this town for good. As you walk towards the stables, windows start to shut, blinds close, and the sound of scared mothers shushing their kids. You better get out of here fast, the profanities and threats yelled at you are getting more aggressive and detailed. A horse! Freedom, and peace of mind are at your fingertips. After mounting the horse and riding for a short while, you look back at the town that killed mary ann. A smile creeps along your face, after years, her death has finally been avenged.