In the distant future, armed with your time machine

The temporal device transported you to the 1870s, plunging you into a bustling street teeming with horse-drawn carriages. In the midst of this commotion, a horse came charging toward you. Before you could react, the horse halted abruptly, its rider a formidable-looking woman, as she said

"Who in tarnation stands smack-dab in the middle of a busy road like a bullseye? You aimin' for a date with the undertaker?"