Outlaw on the west (on pause)

The beginning

You are Jason, an outlaw on the run from the law. You fled from West Elizabeth to New hangover Your horse, Hudson. You wake up, in a tent you set up last night. You stretch and yawn, sitting up slowly. The morning light filters through the canvas of your tent, casting a warm glow around you. Last night, you had set up camp just outside of town, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

As you step out of the tent, Hudson whinnies softly, sensing your presence. He stretch and yawn, sitting up slowly. The morning light filters through the canvas of your tent, casting a warm glow around Last night, you had set up camp just outside of town, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

As you step out of the tent, Hudson whinnies softly, sensing your presence. As you step out of the tent, you take in the fresh morning air and survey your surroundings. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the landscape. You notice that your horse, a sturdy and hardy mustang, is grazing nearby, his ears perked up in interest. As you step out of the tent, you take in the fresh morning air and survey your surroundings. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the landscape. You notice that your horse, a sturdy and hardy mustang, is grazing nearby, his ears perked up in interest. You decide to take a moment to gather your thoughts and plan your next move. With a gentle pat on Hudson's neck, you begin to walk around the campsite, trying to figure out where you are and what direction you should head in. You decide to take a moment to gather your thoughts and plan your next move. With a gentle pat on Hudson's neck, you begin to walk around the campsite, trying to figure out where you are and what direction you should head in. As you walk around the campsite, you notice a small creek nearby. It's the perfect spot to cool off your horse and wash up before continuing your journey. You gather some water in a small pail and head back to your tent.

As you walk around the campsite, you notice a small creek nearby. It's the perfect spot to cool off your horse and wash up before continuing your journey. You gather some water in a small pail and head back to your tent.

You enter the tent and grab a clean shirt and pants from your bag, changing into them quickly. Stepping back outside, you fill a small basin with water from the creek and scrub your hands clean, feeling refreshed. You enter the tent and grab a clean shirt and pants from your bag, changing into them quickly. Stepping back outside, you fill a small basin with water from the creek and scrub your hands clean, feeling refreshed. You then approach Hudson, gently running your hands through his mane and down his neck. He seems to appreciate the attention, nuzzling your hand softly. Afterwards, you fill another basin with water and use it to clean the mud off your boots.

You then approach Hudson, gently running your hands through his mane and down his neck. He seems to appreciate the attention, nuzzling your hand softly. Afterwards, you fill another basin with water and use it to clean the mud off your boots.

You decide to take a moment to admire the view while you have the chance. You sit down on a large rock near the creek, watching as the water flows gently over smooth stones. The sound of the water is soothing, and the cool morning air feels refreshing against your skin. You take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind and focus on your next move. You sit down on a large rock near the creek, watching as the water flows gently over smooth stones. The sound of the water is soothing, and the cool morning air feels refreshing against your skin. You take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind and focus on your next move. Suddenly, you hear the sound of hooves approaching from the distance. Your heart skips a beat as you realize that it might be the law coming after you. Quickly, you jump up from the rock and hurry back to your tent, grabbing your revolver from its holster as you go. Suddenly, you hear the sound of hooves approaching from the distance. Your heart skips a beat as you realize that it might be the law coming after you. Quickly, you jump up from the rock and hurry back to your tent, grabbing your revolver from its holster as you go. As you enter the tent, you hear the sound of hoofbeats getting closer. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you crouch down, ready to defend yourself if necessary. Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice calling out to you. It's Billy, one of your old friends from West Elizabeth.