He slid down from the saddle and let his horse graze.
Three days ago he set off after a couple of drifters. They’d shot their way out of the bank. Empty-handed. Killing a woman walking out of the General Store with fixings for dinner.
He’d picked up their trail the day before. Heading north and moving quick. Far as he could tell, they hadn’t stopped since leaving town. Once they reached the mountains, he’d have a hell of a time finding them.
His horse whinnied, and the world tipped up sideways.
The crash of gunfire echoed over the empty plain.
Prompt courtesy of Sue Vincent‘s #Writephoto.
A Bunch of Dumb Words in a Row 
Thank you for joining in this week. It does have a rather Western look…
That’s their shadows in the sand.
Could be. Thanks for the read.
Another very different take on the prompt. Very visual and nicely done.
Thank you very much.
A wonderfully written drabble! I’m definitely there.
Thanks for the read.
Nicely done . I had also considered A related theme but it was a Marine after a World War II battle with a Nazi in his gun sights.
Thanks, I’ll be sure to swing by.
Nicely rendered, took me for a ride and ambushed me in the end. = )
Ha! Thanks for the read.