M1 Observe

     The History Cowboy rode his cougar through time for the first time. Lights flashed and there was a whooshing sound, like water filling a small room. He rode to medieval Europe, and the second he got off his steed he saw something terrible. A pile of bodies lay on the side of the road. They were in a late stage of decay, with open sores covering their bodies. The Cowboy merely grimaced and looked at his boots, swallowing hard. The phrase 'black death' came to mind, but he brushed it off.
     Walking up to the pile, he knelt down and examined the the bodies. There were open sores, cuts and rashes all over them. There was a thin layer of bile surrounding the pile.
     The smell was awful. The cowboy covered his face with a spare bandanna. It smelled fittingly like death. Like rotten meat. The cowboy threw up, unable to hold it back any longer. His cougar ran over and growled at the pile. The cowboy stumbled back a few yards.
     Looking around, he saw three abandoned cottages. They were very old, crumbling from dry mud. Walking up to one, he took out his pistol and shot it in the west wall. It fell to the ground with a faint puff.
     The cowboy pulled out a cigarillo and lit it. The smoke made him feel better. Looking back towards his cougar, he nodded. Throwing the cigarette to the ground, he hopped onto it's back and charged forward. Lights began to flash and he was spat out into his headquarters at the TTI building.