Crouching, waiting like a lion, determining the right moment to strike.

The cart wheeled by, oblivious to the danger lurking in the trees surrounding it.

A little more, right,

"NOW!" the shout echoed around all of Sherwood.

The cart was soon surrounded, bows drawn, the driver could do nothing but stare in disbelief.

"Take what you want. I do not have much."

"I think we will be the judge of that." A big wild looking man said.

"What you think is little could be quite a lot for the poor."

It was a young man who spoke, he had his bow pulled back, aimed at the drivers chest.

"I am the poor. I am leaving to make a new life."

"Lies we do not like." The big man spoke again.

"John, we do not know that he is lying. Do not make assumptions!"

Although the big man looked to be the leader build he seemed to take orders from the young man, the driver thought this was rather funny.

"Somethin' to laugh about?" Now a different man spoke up. He had bright blue eyes, and an abnormally long nose.

"Uh, n no." The man stuttered. "Nothing at all."

The young man turned his attention back to the cart, "Alright." He said. "Guess what? We shall make a deal with you. If you are in fact telling the truth, and you do not have much in the way of money then we will only take a little."

"Lie, and we take all that you have." Said another young boy with black hair.

"Search my things, you will not find much of anything." The man got up, and jumped away from his cart.

"We will be the judge of that."

It sounded like a girls voice yet the person who stepped around the driver looked like a boy.

"Who are you?"

"He is Robin Hood."

All the outlaws jumped at the sound of the new voice.

There on top of the hill was the sheriff and a new man they had never seen before. The sheriff had probably just hired some oaf to take the place of Gisborne who had recently been arrested for some unknown reason.

"What is it you say? Oh yes, This is an ambush." The sheriff smiled blissfully, he was obviously enjoying this.

Robins head spun around like a hawk, they had been ambushed. Soldiers on every side, with very little if any hope of escape.

"On three, we split up, meet at the valley." He whispered, the others nodded.

"You shouldn't be so quick to call sheriff. I only say that once I know no one is leaving. THREE!"

They scrammed like deer in the road, each one taking a different direction.

The sheriff cursed as the new man raced after Robin. He had failed again. Robin was just too slippery, and keen. If only they could get him out of his element, then they would have him for sure. But in the forest Robin and his men knew every nook and cranny.

This gave him an idea. Normally it was a bad thing if the sheriff got an idea because it involved violence and blood shed, now was no exception to the sheriffs ways.