Western

I jump off my horse and inhale some dust that is lingering in the air. Yellowstone! I had heard from my grandfather, the sheriff, that this place was a dangerous place, where the famous outlaw “Parker the Ranger” kept his crown jewel. I hope to find this so called crown jewel here! I see him appear out of thin air. I grasp my Remington Model 1875 shotgun with two hands. This is when I feel most alive! The cold air stings my lungs and my mouth starts to taste the blood that is going to be unavoidably drawn. My horse starts to trot toward me and whines. He knows what is about to happen too. “Don't listen to any of that sheriff’s damn propaganda!”, shouts Parker the Ranger with spit flying out and waving his Spencer Repeater through the air. He isn't a fan of what the sheriff has been saying about him. He, and myself, both know what my grandfather had said.