A/N: One night, I was going really crazy with Western films. Afterwards, I was sleepily reading through Mark of Athena again. Pretty soon, I fell asleep, and the two ideas began to merge together. I thought about it for a while, and I think I've got the whole story down, or at least the premise. This isn't supposed to be entirely serious, it's intentionally semi-silly. I love Westerns, and so expect some poking fun at and paying tribute to the classics, and even some of the new. Alright, let's saddle up and- oh never mind….

Annabeth

I knew Nevada would be hot. I just didn't expect it to be sweltering. Traveling over miles of desert terrain during broad daylight was not helping my growing fever to settle down.

I also didn't expect that damn horse to start acting up again.

As soon as I opened my water pouch the animal started bucking up and down, making me spill the dirty liquid all over my coat.

"Fucking hell, Tuco!" I scolded the horse, who had stopped clowning around, but was now neighing EXTREMELY loudly.

"Shut up, and keep going," I said as I spilled some water over Tuco's head. Immediately the horse shook his head indignantly and continued to trot along the barren road.

"Holy freakin' Hera," I muttered as I held the reins in one hand while fanning myself with the hat that I had found back at that locomotive station.

So far, Nevada had been significantly more irritating than California, but it was at least better than the wasteland that was Oregon.

I'd forgotten how long it had been since Gaea had turned most of America into a dystopian country by use of bombs and missiles which were, of course, eco-friendly, but I assume it to have been around ten years. The dumb primordial had done it as a last resort, but us demigods ended up murdering her anyway. Of course, to be even more of a colossal bitch, she also let the whole mortal world know that the Greek gods were real.

That was, however, ten years ago (I think), and the world has somewhat gotten over us. Somewhat.

Both camps ended up disbanding, what with Chiron and Lupa sacrificing themselves in the final fight, and we all went our separate ways.

My mortal family is dead; their house was crushed by a tank that some Laistr-Lasit-Lias- Canadian had thrown during the whole panic that occurred in the mortal world when Gaia was coming close to winning.

Now I just travel across the country, coming across old friends, shooting old enemies, and occasionally stealing from pubs.

Las Vegas seems like the most interesting choice of trip right now. Who knows, maybe I'll run into the old gang again, and maybe trade in Tuco for a better horse.

A/N: Intentionally short, later chapters may be longer. Uh, you can review, tell me how I can improve, and all that good stuff.