Avenger

Five pairs of cold eyes stared at the group of men standing below the crumbling hut. Smoke rose from the chimney of the farmhouse. A door creaked in the wind in a nerve-racking way. A few chickens were pecking for grain in the dust. When Al Sheldon came out of the house and walked towards one of the stables, one of the riders watching him said, “Alright, men, let’s get that dirty squatter.” They pulled out their revolvers and spurred their horses. The thud of horses’ hooves reached the farm. When Al Sheldon heard them coming and ran out of the stable to get his rifle – it was too late. They surrounded him on their horses and left him staring down the barrels of their six-shooters.