It was like something out of those old black-and-white cowboy movies her uncle frequently binged on the retro film channels; a beautiful young woman, captured by ruthless desperadoes (complete with black hats, naturally), and left bound and gagged on the railroad tracks in dread anticipation of the oncoming steam train. As perils went, it was rather retro, and if someone had told Justine she’d be unexpectedly thrust into that role, she would have laughed it off as the product of an overactive if rather cliched imagination.

That was before her vacation through the American Southwest took a turn for the worse. Before her pleasant hike through the arid landscape was interrupted by a lasso expertly ensnaring her upper body beneath her breasts, her screams of terror quickly silenced by the bandanna thrust into her mouth. Minutes after being hauled off the trail, the pretty tourist found herself expertly hogtied, another bandanna bound over her mouth to keep the gag in place, before being deposited right onto the local railway tracks, the metal of the rails hot to the touch thanks to the beating sun overhead. It happened so fast, she barely had time to comprehend what was going on, only truly taking in her captor as he loomed overhead, black cattleman’s hat momentarily throwing her curvaceous figure into shade. “This’ll teach city slickers like you not to wander where you’re not wanted. Town’s got problems enough without you tourists showin’ up with your fancy gadgets and modern ideas and all your general strangeness.”

“Mmmmpppgghhh?” Beneath her, Justine felt the rails quiver, and panic sent her thrashing about in her bonds like some bucking steed as the first screech of steel on steel echoed through the arid hills. “MMMPPPGGGHHH!”

“Bit of a retro way of dealin’ with interlopers, but that’s just how we like it here. Just hope the train isn’t delayed again. Last thing I’d want is some would-be do-gooder comin’ around to interrupt…"