The sound of hooves thundering the ground echoed through the air as Fowler Arden sped up his horse. He was hoping on making it back to town before sundown.

The dying sun cast bright colors across the sky, and a long shadow of him and his trusty stallion. Fowler suddenly heard a loud sound, and his head snapped up.

He changed directions, a sinking feeling in his stomach. Fowler slowed his horse, a cloud of dust rising from its hooves.

“Hello!?” he called, pulling his own gun for safety. “Is anyone there?”