Dead Heat

Once again I rode off into the sunset.

But the adventure wasn't quite over yet. Behind me were three deputies, and they didn't seem too happy. The distance between us wasn't exactly growing either. "Come on boy, I know you're tired but this ain't over yet. We've gotta shake 'em off."  I smacked a few times, but my poor little horse couldn't go any faster. He was already at his limit. I sighed. "Change of plans, I guess".

I pulled up the reins and turned around to face the deputies. They stopped, and immediately picked up their revolvers. I raised my hands up in the air.
"And here I thought you'd have us chasing you all the way to China", one of them said with a grin on his face.
"Shut up Jenkins. This one is dangerous; we're taking her in before she tries anything", said the one in the middle.  
I smirked. "Good thinking, sir. I obviously have the advantage here".

He just glared at me; I had never seen such suspicious eyes before in my entire life. He seemed to be examining me, as if he would know all of my secrets if he stared at me long enough. I smiled at him. "Well, are you goin' to arrest me?

He muttered something and the other two dismounted.
"Get off the pony!"
I got off my horse and before I had a chance to move, the deputies cuffed me. One of them took my revolver. "Nice gun" he said.

"A real beauty, ain't she?
Then I kicked him between his legs, grabbed my gun back and shot all three of them. Politely, of course. I wouldn't want any of them to die.
After finding the keys to the cuffs, I got back on my horse and bolted. No need to stay longer than necessary. Once I had gotten far enough, I settled down to a trot. I sighed and patted my horse on the neck. "Close one, eh?"

Maybe you're all wondering how a little lady like me ends up with lawmen chasing her, so I guess I've got some explaining to do. You see, I'm a dangerous criminal, just like the smart lad I just put a bullet in said.
But I'm not the usual kind, not like the ones who rob banks or caravans. My job is different. I go from town to town, and pull down all the wanted posters, so my fellow crooks won't be recognized if they happen to come by. It may not seem too glorious, but the coin is good.  

Of course, I get in all kinds of trouble for it. Sheriffs ain't exactly very fond of me...But I can't say I mind the danger. Without the heat of gunfire, what would life be?

The sunset had been replaced by night, and guided by the stars; I rode towards the next adventure. But that is a horse of a different color.