Nightwind, an old town with crumbling buildings, a peaceful town but almost never ending dust storms. People walked from place to place in the sun, taking alternate swigs from their water bottles. A man tied his white horse to a post before entering a saloon where a man was thrown out and the sound of glass shattering came from inside. Kids ran around outside, playing tag and throwing rocks at each other while an old woman sat on the porch of an inn, watching them wistfully. Another woman on the other side was being harassed by a drunk man while she tried to push him away, turning her head from the man's foul breath. Men stood around, laughing and drinking, when one grunted and tilted his bottle towards the entrance of the small town. Five figures on worn out horses slowly made their way into view, their cowboy hats covering their faces as they entered the town, which got as quiet as a ghost town apon their arrival.
"Lookie here guys, we got ourselves a town..." the first one stated grinning widely as the rest of his group laughed darkly.
"Welcome to Nightwind boys, can I help you?" a short pot-bellied man asked, walking up, his spurs on his boots clicking with every step, a cheeky smile on his face and his eyes bright under his wide rimmed cowboy hat, a sheriff star reflecting the sun as he walked. The lead man chuckled as he pulled a gun and pressed it to the man's head, never leaving his saddle. "S-sir?" the pot-bellied man asked, his bright eyes wide, the joy replaced with fear.
"Our town now..." the first man chuckled, cocking the gun.
"W-wait, please-" bang. The body of the Nightwind's sheriff collapsed with a thud as the leader of the five-membered group dismounted his black horse and kicked his body aside. A woman gasped from the sheriff's building porch and let out a horrified scream as she broke down into tears. In moments the town was in panic, the women and kids were herded inside and told not to worry. Drunk men slurred curses as they stumbled from the saloon, their hands on the handles of their pistols. Not even giving them a chance at a stand off, the leader ordered his gang to shoot. The men fell seconds later with thuds and shot gun bullets lodged in their heads.
The woman, who was now a widow after the gang shot the sherriff, reached into a small cage and set a pidgin on the desk while she wrote furiously.
"Please help. Nightwinds attacked by five-membered gang. sheriff shot. Please send best bounty hunters." was all she wrote before attaching the note to the pidgin's leg and walking to the back porch as she wiped her eyes and set the pidgin free. She gasped and turned around as the door was kicked down and the leader of the gang stood, his foot still raised and the brim of his hat pulled over his eyes.
"Whoever your trying to contact...won't get here in time for your funeral." he chuckled ducking down as the man behind him fired his shotgun. The woman's body fell to the floor after a short scream, and the five-membered gang fanned out, claiming rooms inside the sheriff's building while the leader stepped out onto the back porch and watched the bird fly away.
