A sudden gust of wind blew from behind and Shawn had to throw a hand up to his hat to keep it from blowing away. It was always windy in Cholla Springs, but not usually this windy. A storm was approaching- a very large one too. He rode hard, keeping his head down and spurring his horse to its' limits. The sky grew darker as the black rain clouds began to take over. Shawn was a hardened veteran to rough nights alone on the open plains, but even he did not want to risk being caught in this storm.<br/><br/>He headed south, to the town of Armadillo. This was risky because Armadillo is home to the biggest jail and most of the local law enforcement. However, Armadillo is also one of the largest towns in the state and thus not hard to blend in to. He would head to the local saloon, which is where most of the outlaws managed to remain undetected under the eyes of the law.