It was a new day for Bandolero. The sun was sort of up, struggling against the clouds that settled on the prairie from afar, or so it seemed, as they touched the horizon and then there was a gap of what might have been blue sky showing through although it was hard to tell because it might have been a different shade of gray that looked blue against the gray of the clouds that were above and below it. You just never know for sure, especially when you’re wearing shades, as Bandolero frequently does, in order to protect his eyes against the glaring sun, even when it isn’t glaring, but almost always when it is glaring. So far, the sun wasn’t glaring very much, but Bandolero’s eyes were, as he anticipated the battle he knew was about to begin, just as soon as the sun got a little higher up in the sky, or so one might assume, despite the clouds.
By supper time, as it turned out, the sun never did glare at all the whole day. So, the battle was going to have to wait until tomorrow.