Time Traveller
You drop your colt and throw your hands up in the air.
"Wait, wait!" You cry, "Don't shoot!"
That is as far as you get before the men on horses, grinning widely, fill you full of bullets while riding all around you. You feel blood beginning to flow over your clothes, but strangely there is no pain.
As you slide from the saddle and into the dust, you find yourself staring up at the bright blue sky. As your life fades away, your last fleeting thought is that maybe that's something to be thankful for.
"Wait, wait!" You cry, "Don't shoot!"
That is as far as you get before the men on horses, grinning widely, fill you full of bullets while riding all around you. You feel blood beginning to flow over your clothes, but strangely there is no pain.
As you slide from the saddle and into the dust, you find yourself staring up at the bright blue sky. As your life fades away, your last fleeting thought is that maybe that's something to be thankful for.
