Yesterday's Great Ship world, Texas.
The coarse yellow sand lashed the cowboy's eyelids exposed beneath his mask, leaving him unable to open his eyes. "This damn sandstorm. Those gangs that drifted over from Arizona only dare make trouble on our turf in weather like this."
Leon rode a fine horse, a long rifle slung over his shoulder, leading his Rangers slowly through the vast wilderness.
They had just defeated a gang that had robbed a bank in Chihuahua State. The gang had repeatedly crossed the border to commit crimes, fleeing back into Arizona's mountains after every job. During one robbery, they had even left a mark on the victim's body, openly provoking the Texas Rangers.
This time, after a long pursuit, they had finally wiped them all out in one sweep.
"Relax, boys. We're almost home. Go back, soak in a hot bath, find yourselves a pretty girl—the good life is right in front of us."
Centurion Leon was clearly in high spirits. As the sandstorm gradually died down, he cleared his throat and began to sing loudly. "Texas has a yellow rose, how dearly I long to see her. No one has ever been able to forget her, but their longing is not half as deep as mine."
"When I left, she was heartbroken, and the sight of it shattered my heart. Once I find her, we will never be apart again."
"..."
The Rangers listened with rapt attention. Only after he had finished did someone clap and laugh. "Boss, you've been alone for so long. When are you going to bring out your yellow rose and let the brothers have a look?"
The smile on Leon's face froze for a moment. He said nothing more, squeezed his horse's flanks, and urged it forward.
The Rangers behind him made