You go galloping into the wilderness with the whore clinging to your side. You plan to loose them in the limitless empty miles. But the sheriff's posse are relentless and they are excellent trackers. They pursue you day and night. They catch up with you in three days. You wild as fast as you can while bullets cut through the air around you. The whore gets shot in the back and the bullet passes through her body into yours. She stiffens and falls. You ride on a few more yards then you fall as well. She is dead, you are dieing.