Wanted Dead or Alive- An Anthro Western

~Prologue~

As the desert sun bakes the sand with it;s rays, I lay there parched. No water as far as the eye can see. My ears flick as flies around my head, wanting a place to hide from the hot, hot heat. My eyes start to close, passing out from not having no water. As they close I see figures crowd around me, then.... My world goes black.