As hot as lava the scorching sun hits my pale skin as I walk along the sandy , abandoned town.The old saloons with half drunk whiskey bottles and the sound of dirty tap water dripping into an empty , rusty bowl makes me what to look further . I walk in slowly and carefully, smashed glasses on the dusty , wooden floor crunching under my feet makes me want to kill the person that was here . The creaky saloon door swung to and fro to and fro . The western tumble weeds roll along the cracked ,scorched ground into the distance, as i walk out to the quiet , silent town , i here this humming and whooping from a mile away or so I quickly scramble and get the nearest weapon I could find .
I found 1 old , rusty knife and an empty gun with 1 useless bullet in it . The whooping got louder and louder . I hide in the saloon until there gone , the whooping stopped I thought they were gone but no they were standing right in front of me I look out of the bar stand and ...
