The Wild, Wild West

You were panting. Your horse was running as fast as he could. His dark brown hair was drenched in sweat. You had just stolen the golden conch, a precious artifact. Fierce cowboys holding revolvers on the backs of horses were close behind you. You could hear the banging and popping of their guns shooting in your direction. You reached a fork in the road and had to make a decision fast. You either go right to skeet on outta there or turn left to square up.