"What the Hell" I heard Mike say as I was riding by on my Painted Pony. I only wanted to find a spot to get out of this terrible weather. It has been a rough week out here, I had been riding along the Pecos River on my way to old Mexico to sell a remuda of mules that I had stolen from a homesteader. I only wanted to send money home to my family, but I had been arrested for the theft and the Judge had wanted to hang me. I escaped a Mexican Jail and made my way back to the mountains of Northern Mexico. I stopped for help at a camp of Yaqui Indians. I had been shot once in the lower leg, and was losing a lot of blood. The Medicine man gave me some sort of potion he had mixed. I inhaled the smoke until I passed into a deep sleep. Upon awakening, I was in a terrible thunderstorm. I was seeing sights I had never seen. Me and My horse was ran off the road by a big red machine with lights and loud wails.
"Hello" I hailed the open Window
The silhouette of the man inside was climbing out, He was being careful not to injure himself further on the broken glass of the window.
" Wait up Joey!" the man called out
"Can I help you?" I asked as I dismounted my horse.
"Whaa? Who are you? What did you do with Joey?"
" I am Pancho Villa, I am a defender of all that's good, I.. I " I stammered.
"What are you doing out in this weather?" Mike asked me
"I need to find a place to hide out and figure out what's going on" I replied boldly.
"Well I have got to go find my friend Joey.. You can hang out here if you like, or you could help me find him" Mike told me.
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