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The dust finally settled on the old transport wagon. The chase was over, stopped abruptly after the wagon's wheel smashed on a jagged rock. Out of the wreckage crawled a man . His eyes were shielded by a soft brimmed top hat, desperately needing a wash. His face was hidden amongst a forest of scraggly facial hair, his mouth poking through like a groundhog coming out of it's hole for the first time. The shadowed eyes seemed to hiss at you, just waiting for the perfect moment to strike out and grasp their unsuspecting prey. The dusty old jeans that were strapped on at his waist looked like they had been worn one too many times, with rips scattered all over, just like potholes occupy abandoned roads. This man's boots snake skin boots were atrocious, almost as if they were undergoing an annual shed just like the snake had done before. With lightning quick speed this man pulled out his guns, and shot my companion in the head. I dove for cover behind the remains of the wagon, and when I poked my head out, all that could be seen was the silhouette of this strange man against the setting sun in the distance.