Writing Prompt

Annabelle jumped onto the second carriage of the fast moving train, adjusting the black bandana so it covered half of her face. She knew that she was ruining out of time. She needed to be down in the second carriage from the front to steal the watches and be off the train before anyone saw her....

Trail-boss Roddy, concerned as always about the possibility of attack from the marauding Jimmy Doyle Gang, leaned forward on the hard board seat of his covered wagon, transferring the reigns all into his right hand, he leaned left and looked behind. The long train of wagons stretched out behind him across the flat open grasslands and then he saw gang of riders going full-tilt toward the last wagon...

This place is a war.

I’m living a fight.

I hope I win.

...

On a dark desert highway; cool wind in my hair.

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air.

Guess which song i have used the lyrics from because I felt uncreative (comment)...

The dust storm of the century was upon this ghost town, choking the few residents that remained and sending tumbleweeds dancing. Only one man was brave (or stupid) enough to be out in this weather. He had a mission to accomplish, and he wasn’t gonna let a little bit of sand stop him from catching that train and robbing the passengers blind. ...

Pacifist Bill Early settled far west of the Mississippi, on prosperous land surrounded by scoundrels packing lead.

He spent his days raising crops and a family, only to have it all gunned down at the moment of arrival of the first steam engine.

With everything lost, he takes refuge with the indigenous people, and completes his revenge on those who claimed his first life....

* a guy walks into a bar *

Dude 1: This town ain’t big enough for the two of us

Dude 2: *Shots fired*

The End...

The old town, Lanoway, never had visitors, it never had outside issues and it never ever had new residents. That all changed when a man named Burban Laney entered the town. His intentions unknown but his demeanor was stern. Everyone in the town was weary of ol’ Laney. He was quiet at first, making a living in the town quickly, which upset the other towns people. They weren’t used to new residents ...

When I was sixteen years old my neighbor had a crack head horse, that literally looked wack. One day I had enough of that horse and it’s strange way it acted so I got my horse gear and headed for my neighbors barn. After trying to not be trampled I got on the back of that horse and we rode off into the sunset.

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As a fugitive on the loose, I’ve got nothing to lose.

My pride is high, I’ve got my feet in my boots.

And a bullet on my hip that’s waiting for you....