His horse was named Tuesday. However, their was also a drug cartel in town dealing a new narcotic called "Desticular Cancer". He knew that he couldn't leave the town is the clutches of this gang, and so he took matters into his own hands. He burst into their lab on Tuesday, blazing that young kush and no scoping all the gangsters. He bobbed, he weaved. He ducked and dodged. But alas, not all stories have happy endings. One of the gang members, carrying a weapon prototype known as the "Ballerhorn". He blasted our Hero's horse, evaporating it's throat. Our hero looked upon his long time companion, as it's life ebbed away. Fueled by rage, he began to glow, and went Super Saiyan, destroying the entire operation in the span of .420 seconds. Emerging from the smoke and rubble, our hero spotted a lone shape at the edge of the blast radius. A horse, tethered to a post. Walking up to it, he say a tag attached to it lead. The horse's name was Tuesday. Feeling hopeful, our hero rode off into the sunset, on Tuesday. [spoiler][i]Fin.[/i][/spoiler]