The Cowboys, Part 1

I am a cowgirl named Mary. My horse is modestly attired. I need to go find my sister Pearl who got dragged up into the northern country. After I rescue her, she and I stop to eat at the Rio Grande; we cook up some beans. Then we hear some distressed shrieking. My sister Pearl and I look at each other, and she says: “Mary, what does this mean?” I make the sign of the cross; then I gulp and answer in Latin: “We must move on.” So we mount our horses and travel in a direction. Once we reach the desert, there is nothing but wind swirling around in the sand. We notice the scent of bandits is in the air. I have a knife and enough beans to last us one more week. Plus my sister Pearl slaughtered a couple of bison. We figure that it will be good to travel for a while; so we ramble over the hills and look for trouble.