*Your eyes smart from a cloud of dust kicked up by wind, and you raise an arm to cover your face. Damn Arizonan desert... the landscape looks familiar, like it's been moving with you. Bizarre. Maybe joining this race wasn't such a good idea after all... Besides, you're thirsty and your canteen's just run dry.* *You scan the horizon for a balloon to signal, but there's none in sight. However, you do see two people in the distance, mounted on their horses. Other participants, maybe? They might be willing to trade some of their supplies...* *As you ride closer, the two turn to look at you. The taller one, who's wearing a wide hat, calls out first.* **Gyro:** "Eh? Who're you? If you're a straggler, we aren't sharing anything." *He unlatches a holster holding one of his steel balls.* "And if you're another enemy..." *The other man, dressed in blue, stays silent. He shifts an uncomfortable gaze between you and his companion, tightening his grip on his horse's reigns.*