Day 10-Santos Paulo

A mysterious stranger rides up to the small dusty town of Santos Paulo. He spits a wad of tobacco out over his yellow stained teeth and out unto the ground. His face weathered and darkened by many days spent riding in the ever present desert sun. He rides slowly through the almost deserted town making his way past the saloon and general store to the far side of town. Riding methodically with a misson toward the small one room church that sits at the edge of town. As he reaches the front of the church he dismounts with a cloud of dust he secures his rifle to the saddle of his horse and then slowy makes his way up the old steps. He doesn't knock he just enters the empty church. Walking towards the front of the church he notices the empty pews and looks up towards the front of the church. Off to the left is a small confessional as soon as he spots it he makes way towards it, opening the door with a creak and slipping into the darkness within. " Forgive me father for I have sinned, It has been thirty two years since my last confession." he says over his chapped and sun burnt lips. There is a wiry voice that replies, " This is niether the place or the time, how dare you come into a house of worship if you think". Before he can finish he is interrupted by the stranger, " Listen padre this is the one place I dont wanna be, but desperate times call for desperate measures." "So what do you say old man? Do I have to get messy and put a .38 through your old head?" There is no answer for a few seconds, finally the old man responds. "meet me at the bluff at midnight we can talk safely there." "This better not be an ambush father or youll be seeing you god alot sooner than you thought." The stranger responds as he stands up and makes his way out of the dark confessional. He walks back down the aisle of the old church past all the empty pews once more and opens the big wooden door. He steps outside into the bright sun and squints as his eyes readjust the brightness. He grumbles to himself as he makes his way down the old wooden stairs. "Damn I need a stiff drink."