I heard a loud echoing and I suspected thunder which was common in these areas, but it was a very long stretch of noise, and so, out of curiosity I opened the front door. Horses! Hundreds, maybe even thousands of horses!
Of course horses dont hang about in groups that large in the wild. They were our horses and our house was in the middle of a paddock, but there appeared to be gunmen chasing them, shooting wildly.
I grabbed my own gun and slung it over my shoulder... What to do, what to do, what to do?
I began to picture all my livestock gone, all this money wasted, but gunmen in this country were deadly and this was no simple matter. It was life or death, but then something changed. the gunman stopped and from his shoulder he took a bow and arrow which I had not noticed. how strange is all I could think. Then he aimed it in my direction. I moved to take cover, but his rapid and skillful firing had already landed an arrow beside me with a slip of paper knotted onto it. Peeling it open I read.
Your horses escaped so I herded them back in. Sorry for any inconvenience.
I was so glad that hed been so helpful and so I threw him a big wave, but hed already clambered onto his horse and was heading away and so instead I remained standing, dumbstruck on our front porch.
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The Guide
General FictionA series of very short stories. All in varying writing styles. I'd say my favourite is Ravenous.
