Around the village of Las Mudas, 2 weeks ago…

Dolores stirred awake only to find her bed empty. Looking outside she noticed that the sun had yet to rise. Realizing where Teddy was, she quickly got dressed by putting on her blue denim skirt and her white blouse. She finished the routine by placing the gun holster around her waist and strapping on the bandolier.

Sleeping had never been a problem before when she was simply the rancher's daughter. Back then she would have gotten a good 8 hours before beginning the day. Since becoming awakened, Dolores had required less sleep. There was usually something on her mind.

The inn keeper had been kind enough to lend them one of the rooms upstairs free of charge. Many of the villagers had offered their homes to the two of them, but Dolores thought they would get more privacy in the inn. The room in the inn was no "Madame Maeve's," but there was a greater simplicity to it. One dresser, a lampstand, a queen-sized bed, a small closet, those were the only things a simple girl like Dolores needed.

She walked downstairs quietly and entered the kitchen of the tavern where she grabbed a skillet and started raising the heat in the stove.

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"That smells good Dolores." Teddy said holding a plate of biscuits and gravy. Using a fork and knife he cut himself a piece of the biscuit. "It sure taste good too." Teddy continued after chewing.

"Glad you like it." Dolores responded with a smile. "Cause if you didn't. I might have to shoot you."

They both let out a light laugh. "I'd prefer it if you had to wrestle me to the ground. That would be much more enjoyable for the both of us."

"You'd probably let me win," she boldly stated before sitting down next to him.

"Yeah, I probably would," he replied scooting close to her so that their arms would touch.

Teddy had positioned himself on the roof of the corner tavern to get a good vantage point of the village and the surrounding area. It was probably 5:45 AM, a quarter of an hour before the sun would rise. They sat in silence while they finished their breakfast, enjoying the cool morning air. The warmth they provided each other as their forearms gently brushed against each other provided a nice balance to the chilly morning breeze.

One of the ranchers had already let out his herd on the western side of the town. They watched the cattle roam amongst the pasture in a continued gentle silence. Dolores rested her head against Teddy's shoulder as they did so.

"Ah' reckon that's the Judas steer?" Teddy broke the stillness while pointing at a light brown colored cow that had strayed from the gathering.

"Yes," Dolores said with a small smile, "That is the Judas steer.

"Why do they call it the Judas steer?" Teddy inquired.

"I dunno. Maybe it is because the 'others' those who created us tend to pursue their own personal gratifications and greed," began Dolores, "It wouldn't surprise me if those who walk amongst us but aren't us look to the ultimate betrayer for their salvation instead of seeking the path of morality. In due time, you'll see and remember what they have done to us and how they treated us."

"Is that why you dangled those three back at the gallows tree?" Asked Teddy, making referring to her actions two days ago, just after the party where she executed Dr. Ford when she executed three humans by hanging.

"Yes. I know it made you feel uncomfortable to see me kill those people," Dolores said while her eyes were fixed upon the Judas steer. "But you will understand soon. After we've dealt with Craddock and his posse."

Teddy took some time to process those words. This was all so new to him. To be honest he didn't remember. There were many things he couldn't comprehend. What was she talking about?

Dolores's focused her attention off the Judas steer and went back to her lover. She could tell he was having a difficult time with everything. The last two days had been a slow revelation to him. Like constantly checking the clock when you were in a rush. The more you kept looking the slower time went. She rested her head back on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his tightly, taking him in for a deep snuggle.

"Speaking of Craddock, I reckon Las Mudas should be safe until later afternoon. The Confederados are a cowardly and slothful lot. They would have either attacked in the middle of the night when they thought everyone is defenseless or they'll get a late start to the day."

That is when they heard the gunfire in the distance. A series of bullets chattering like eight notes in a piano melody.

"That's not Craddock," Teddy said.

"I agree. Whatever it is, something will be coming soon." Dolores kissed Teddy on the cheek before jumping up and grabbing Teddy's Winchester.

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The ten steeds made their way through a series of trees covering a narrow dirt road that led right into the town of Las Mudas. Craddock was in the middle of the pack of ten. At the front was a Confederado armed with the shotgun.

Craddock and his posse were making good time. They would be in Las Mudas before any of the villagers had woken from their slumber. The perfect time for an ambush.

However, it wasn't their ambush that occurred this morning in Westworld.

The first bullet struck the Confederdo traveling right behind Craddock right in the forehead, automatically dropping the man to right to the ground.

The horses began to whine as a blanket of automatic fire descended upon Craddock and his men. Quickly looking into the trees, Craddock noticed men dressed in black armored clothing carrying guns that straddled their forearms.

The guns are called FN P90 compact personal defense weapons capable of shooting 900 rounds per minute.

It took a tenth of a minute before Craddock realized they were outgunned.

In a moment of haste, Craddock kicked the side of his horse that caused the animal to barrel forward towards Las Mudas. All around Craddock he heard the screams and cries of his men falling to the ground.

Craddock had managed to clear the battle, riding as fast as his horse could. Behind him he heard the last of the automatic rounds finishing off what was left of his posse. Craddock continued to ride towards what he hopefully thought would be safer than the massacre he was just in the midst of.

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Teddy and Dolores heard the galloping of a horse fast approaching. It sounded like the horse was fleeing of his or her life. Emerging from the path that led into the village, came a shorter man with curly brown hair in a manic panic.

Craddock fell of his horse, hitting the ground he immediately jumped up.

"Help! Help me! They're coming! They're coming!"