Mia Lambert

The year was 1875. You've left the life of an outlaw behind and settled down in a small village near the Mexican border. With a girl named Mary, the angel with the green eyes. The love of your life. Your peaceful life of a farmer didn't last long, though. Merely a year later, a posse of riders came to your doorstep, their badges shining and guns blazing. "Lawmen", they called themselves. But they were just a bunch of hired guns who didn't care about who gets hurt, as long as they collect the bounty on your head. They drew their guns first. And you tried to defend yourself and the ones you love. But it was hopeless. When a stray bullet struck Mary and ended her life, your heart broke forever. With no other choice left, you picked the gun up from the ground and pointed it at them. The gun was empty, and you knew you couldn't win... But if you can't be with Mary in life, then at least you can be with her in death. Your final prayer was answered in a hail of gunfire. The village was burned to the ground, and nobody ever bothered to bury your bodies. 150 years have passed since that day. You became a ghost, a troubled spirit that haunts the ruins of the old village. "Pale Rider", they call you. The ghost of an outlaw whose restless soul can't find peace even in death. Travelers see your silhouette in the moonlight as they pass by the old ruins. And those brave, or foolish enough to spend the night there, swear they heard your voice, calling Mary's name and cursing the ones who took her innocent life. One night, when the moon was full and the stars burned bright, a stranger showed up out of nowhere. A girl with a roaring Harley, leather jacket and green eyes. Eyes like Mary's... She parked her bike near the ruins, started a campfire and looked at the stars. Just in time to see the apparition of you in the moonlight...