Since these first few chapters are so short, thought I would post a couple at a time. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, well, except for one that can't be named yet, but that would ruin the surprise!
A young rider was riding through a stand of trees on the Kansas prairie when a faint but sudden sound was heard. The young wanderer suddenly stopped and listened with keen ears. It almost sounded like the faint sound of gunfire. There it was again. Yup, definitely gunfire, and lots of it. The rider quickly rode towards the sounds, and came to the edge of the woods, which was situated on a hillside. The rider stopped and looked at the scene below in the old ghost town. The action was still a little too far for the rider to see clearly. The young drifter took out a field glass and studied the ongoing gunfight. It was clear to the rider that there were two men crouching behind an old water trough, they didn't seem to be having too good a time of the action. An unexpected glint caught the rider's eye. Looking closer, the drifter realized that one was wearing a badge. "Probably trailing outlaws and got ambushed," thought the rider. "Well, might as well lend my services and make a go of it." The rider put away the field glass, took the two six-guns from their holsters and checked the ammo. Spurs dug into the dappled buckskin's hide and horse and rider went flying down the slope toward the two pinned down men…
