"Look out! It's El Horror!"

"Aaaaah!"

"My horse! Not my horse!"

"Don't hurt me! I'm innocent!"

The town was chaos as men and ladies alike ran for shelter or grabbed their horses. Only two people in the entire mess stayed calm—the sheriff and his deputy. The sheriff ran for the horses, but El Horror was already gone—and half the horses with him.

He quickly checked the horses to see which had been stolen. The sheriff sighed. One of the missing horses was his own. His deputy's was gone, too. And they had just found them!

The sheriff in question was, of course, the famous Obi-Wan Kenobi—famous for catching his own horses wild. Whenever questioned, he would say that he did not trust horses that he had not trained himself. However, it seemed that his horses were always stolen by El Horror whenever the outlaw got a chance.

He poked his head out to the town. It seemed to have quieted down, now that El Horror was gone. He should head back and tell his deputy the bad news.

They were seated at a table at the restaurant in the back. The town had recovered from the outlaw attack earlier, and was now nice and lively. His deputy was the insanely famous Ahsoka Tano. She was fast, effective, and kept her cool, but that was not why she was famous. She was famous because she was a girl, and she was only thirteen. She had become the deputy when she was seven, stealing Kenobi's gun and threatening to shoot him if he did not train her. Kenobi had smiled and took her under his wing.

"So, what's the biz with El Horror?"

"He stole half the horses, including ours."

"He or she. Women aren't all big babies."

"Yes, he or she."

Then a new guy stepped into the bar.

Everything went quiet as they waited for the shadowy figure leaning on the doorpost to speak, to move, to do something. But he just stood there, leaning on the frame as if he was a statue. Then finally, with a barely perceptible shake of his head, he swept his arm through the air in front of him, shouting, "Come on! I thought this was a lively place! Shouldn't stop just cuz I'm here!"

The restaurant resumed its usual relaxed hustle and bustle air, and the stranger weaved through the tables and random people to slide into a chair at Kenobi's table. There, he took off his hat in one smooth motion and set it on the table.

The face was friendly enough, with a good tan and a smile. The young man had a strong jawline, with icy blue eyes full of mischievousness and dirty blonde hair.

"What's your name?"

"Anakin Skywalker. Used to be a matador, then decided rounding up outlaws would be better than tempting bulls." He had a rolling Spanish accent.

"A matador?"

"Best around."

"Then why'd you leave?"

"I just told you. Anyways, I heard you were having a little trouble with a certain… El Horror?"

"Word gets around fast."

"Exactly. What do you need?"

"I need you to catch him. There's a bounty on his head."

"Of course. There's always a bounty."

Obi-Wan nodded. "A very large bounty. He's been harassing us for months."

"How many months?"

"I can't remember at the moment. But I still need you to catch him."

"Don't worry. I have a plan…"