Riding Solo? It’s Time to Join a Posse!
The sun was setting over the plains of New Hanover. John, a lone rider, had been making his way back to camp after a long day of hunting when he spotted movement on the horizon. At first, he thought it was just a couple of riders passing through, but within moments, bullets were flying. A gang of ruthless outlaws had surrounded him. His horse reared up, panic setting in as he fired back, but he was outnumbered. Within seconds, his journey came to an...