There are those who say that the old west was built on legends. Stories to make sense of things that were either unexplainable, or too incredible and spectacular to believe. Legends of large hairy apes, Natives that can't be killed by bullets, monsters that live in mine shafts, and gunslingers that can shoot a tick of a dogs ear. But there was one legend so ridiculous that few believed it at all. But those who didn't believe it, and who have done wrong. Those who have sinned... The Devil will always burn them all with the very fires of hell. But not by his hands.... and the hands that burn things for The Devil have found themselves grasping world of Equestria Girls...

This suggests that Equestria Girls happened somewhere in the middle states of the US.

This fic is cancelled, as I don't really like what I made.