Snippet #944822

A middle aged man on horseback trotted through the isolated town of Armadillo, each individual fast asleep by this time. Pulling fiercely back at the reins, he halted. Taking time to look around the area, he once called “home”. Straightening his dark hat, he leant back in the saddle and slowly slipped out his 8 shot revolver from it’s holster. He studied it carefully before pulling the trigger back, the gunshot echoing off the walls as it faded into the darkness.
Pushing it back into it’s holster, he took hold of the reins and kicked the sides of his horse, Ricochet firmly.
The bay stallion tossed his head and leaned back onto its back legs and reared, its hooves stabbing at the air before plummeting forward into the shadows.