"It's them. It's those renegades. All of em, even the Kid's gang." The man said. I was to frozen in place, to cold and to blind from tears to put this all into sence. The sheriff looked at me.
"Come on over missy, you don't want get caught in the line of fire." He said, "We gotta wipe of a few outlaws." My blood ran cold. They had followed us here. Thought I was on their side, and intended to… no. My hands snaked around to my bag, and wrapped around my pistols. It was smooth and no one saw me do it. "Come on," the Sheriff earged again, gently, like I was a scared, delicate girl. Well I wasn't. I wasn't. And he picked a bad day to play with my nerves and anger, which were already aver the top. I was about to pull, when I realized something.
I was aiming to kill these folks. Why? They hand't done anything to me! This wasn't my fight. I didn't want to become an outlaw. My hands released, and I pulled my horse behind the posse. The sheriff gave the order to surround the house. As they did, I slowly and silently took off. I followed the dirt trail out of the mountains slowly, crying. I couldn't do this much longer. I needed to get home… and stay there.
But HOW. AGGG. I felt overwhelmed. Thanks Billy… thanks a LOT. He just thinks he can do it all… gun shots. Lots of them. Their firing echoed through the mountains to my ears. It sounded like a machine gun there was so many, so fast. And all of it, going for Billy and the others in that small house. They were going to get killed. They had gathered into the house like trapped rats. Why did they do that! Why did they all gather in one hole where they could so easily be killed! I stopped… because of me. They gathered there because of me. And I left them. I turned my horse towards the mountains, and stopped again. If I did this… I would be an outlaw. Something flickered deep inside me. I would be hunted chased… bullets flying… posse's after me. The flicker grew.
The shots continued, my heart racing even faster then them. I looked up at the mountains. I had to make a choice… here… and now. Outlaw, or got back to De Luna's hotel, and continue to make cookies. If… no… WHEN I got home, would I be happier if I had made my stay making sweets? I kicked my horse into a gallop. I had made up my mind. I pulled out my rifle from underneath it's cover. Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out my leather gloves and over my fingers. I couldn't turn back now. I could get killed, hurt, imprisoned hung, shot, shot AT. And for what? All for some mangy outlaws who didn't know when to drop the matter. Outlaws.
Billy was right. I was throwing away something that i liked. Something that made my blood rush with excitement, something that made my heart sore and stomach lurch, for cookies and a hotel. A smile crept over my face as the wind rushed past, flinging my hat off my head. As I approached the gunshots, I cocked my rifle. At the last minute, I turned my horse into a sharp turn off the road. Into the sharp jagged rocks, cliffs, and greaves. I guided my horse to the highest point I could get to. I pulled to a stop and jumped off. I was now over everyone. I looked down into the mess of bullets. The house was being ripped apart, and there were a few shot coming from inside.
But mostly the posse. I got on my belly and aimed. This was it. I decided here and now, with the pull of my finger. I decided who and what I was, what I was going to be doing, how I was going to die, all right now, in this second. Weather I would left my friends die… or go make cookies.
I pulled the trigger.