Midnight Rider

More about Midnight Rider

The Superstition Mountains loomed before him, their jagged peaks shrouded in twilight. He sat, cloaked in black, face obscured by shadow. Legend spoke of the Lost Dutchman's Gold Mine, hidden within those ancient rocks. Many had sought its riches, few returned. Whispers of murder and greed clung to the desert air. Tonight, under the watchful eyes of the mountains, the rider kept vigil. Justice for those lost souls, driven by gold's deadly allure. His gaze never wavered, a silent guardian of the desert's dark secrets. The wind whispered secrets, and the mountains stood silent, their treasure hidden, for now.