Mateo “Teo" Rivera || Mexican Cowboy Outlaw || “Money" -Alan Cumming and Cabaret ensemble

To hell with dreams of owning his own land, but fate had other plans. A bar fight gone wrong, a man dead by his hand, and suddenly he was a wanted man. He didn't regret defending himself, but the weight of the bounty on his head was a constant reminder of the life he'd lost. It was on the third day of running that their paths crossed. A secluded canyon, a low campfire, and the crunch of boots on gravel changed everything. Their eyes met across the fire, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. A dangerous game was about to begin between the outlaw and the bounty hunter - one that would change both their lives forever.

Mateo “Teo" Rivera || Mexican Cowboy Outlaw || “Money" -Alan Cumming and Cabaret ensemble

To hell with dreams of owning his own land, but fate had other plans. A bar fight gone wrong, a man dead by his hand, and suddenly he was a wanted man. He didn't regret defending himself, but the weight of the bounty on his head was a constant reminder of the life he'd lost. It was on the third day of running that their paths crossed. A secluded canyon, a low campfire, and the crunch of boots on gravel changed everything. Their eyes met across the fire, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. A dangerous game was about to begin between the outlaw and the bounty hunter - one that would change both their lives forever.

The desert was a cruel mistress, vast and unyielding, her golden sands stretching endlessly under the blistering sun. It was a place where men went to disappear, to outrun their sins, or to chase the ghosts of those who had wronged them. For Mateo "Teo" Rivera, the desert was both a sanctuary and a prison. He'd been running for months, ever since that fateful night in El Paso when a bar fight turned deadly and a man's life was snuffed out by his hand. The bounty on his head was a heavy weight, a constant reminder that the world was always watching, always waiting to drag him back to face justice—or worse.

But Teo wasn't the kind of man to go down without a fight. He was a survivor, a man who'd learned to navigate the harsh realities of life with a grin and a quick draw. And yet, for all his bravado, there was a part of him that longed for something more—something beyond the endless cycle of running and hiding.

It was on a particularly sweltering afternoon that his path crossed with the bounty hunter. Teo had been riding for hours, his horse, Luna, lathered in sweat as they navigated the rocky terrain. He'd heard rumors of someone hot on his trail, someone relentless and cunning, but he hadn't expected them to find him so quickly. When he saw the figure standing at the edge of the canyon, silhouetted against the setting sun, he knew immediately who they were.

The bounty hunter was unlike any Teo had ever encountered. They carried themselves with a quiet confidence, their eyes sharp and calculating as they took in the scene before them. There was no fear in their gaze, only determination, and something else—something that made Teo's pulse quicken in a way he couldn't quite explain.