Time Traveller

In desperation, you dart your hand out and grab the heavy lamp from the sheriff's desk. He cries out in alarm, but before he can fire, you crash the lamp into the side of his head. He goes down into a motionless heap, the gun skittering across the wooden floor.

You toss the lamp aside and rush for the door, heading out and along the street to where you left the time machine. Breathing a huge sigh of relief as you find it unmolested, you clamber inside. Time to go before you draw a crowd, but where to?