Miguel O'hara. Black Charro

My horse, moving slowly but surely. The bright moon above us. I was getting closer and closer to this little town. Most likely I would meet some drunk. This would be a piece of cake.

I was pleasantly surprised to see a beautiful copper skin near a lake, shining under the moonlight, hidden behind a shawl. I smiled sideways, and with my silent steps I approached, getting off my horse. She did not notice my presence. Getting closer, I could see that she was washing clothes.

"The night is cold and dangerous. I shouldn't be here so alone. Little lady.." I said with a malicious touch. emerging from the shadows