Running

Breathing heavily Amelia ran with all she had, with her trusty six shooter out. Less than an hour earlier her and her gang had been bushwhacked by a group of bounty hunters. Her gang having just been partying after a big haul from a convoy of carriages. All liquored up and enjoying the women they never stood a chance. Amelia had been lucky in the fact that she had gone for a pee away from camp when the shooting started. Her womanly intuition told her to run, that this was a losing battle. So that's what she did, abandoning all her comrades. Some she'd known for nearly five years now. As well as her trusty horse known as the black rose that she had stolen from another rich convoy years back.

She left it all behind to save her own hide. However she wasn't out of the woods yet as she could hear the sound of hoof falls and a dog bark not far from her. Ducking down behind a tree she waited.

The barking getting louder and louder.

"I think one of'em is over here" a voice yelled out.

Moments later the dogs was withing five feet of her. Having already taken her knife out of it's sheath the moment it turned to face her she lunged.

The men heard a yelp, one of them immediately yelling out "Buster!"

By the time the three got down from their saddles and ran to the tree the red haired killer had already circled around in the dark. Shooting from the hip she unloaded her revolver into their backs, two for each man. Amelia laughed to herself as she immediately got a hold of one of the horses before they all bolted off.

A minute later she was riding off at full speed fully expecting that she was going to get away yet again. Already planning on how she was start her new gang. Remembering how she had seduced the former leader of her gang, gained the men's respect, before slitting the man's throat in his sleep, carried him off in the dead of night, dumped the body, and made up a crazy story of how he had been captured. Tricking the gang into thinking it was the sheriff of the small town not far. Then while they ransacked the place she set fire to the jail house, killing everyone inside, and claimed the leader was inside. Saying she got to talk to him before he was engulfed, and that he told her that his second in command had betrayed him. That she needed to make sure that he didn't gain control over the gang. The man wasn't even able to protest his innocence before a teary eyed "distraught" Amelia shot him. From there she had no trouble gaining the role as leader. To this day the men who followed her believed she would ride and die with the gang, never expecting that at the first sign of trouble she would ride off into the night, with a smile on her face.

A smile that was soon wiped off as she suddenly heard a squelch then the bang of a distant gun shot. Suddenly the horse she was on whinnied in pain, and reared back. Bucking her off immediately. Landing on her back, the wind knocked out of her lungs, she looked at the horse speeding off with a bleeding graze wound on it's ass. Whoever made that shot was either really lucky but bad shot, or insanely good to the point where they could dismount her without killing or permanently maiming the horse she had been riding.

Quickly catching her breath the woman **** herself up and ran for the nearest tree line to get out of sight and hopefully lose the sharpshooter. Unluckily for her she had twisted her ankle falling off the horse. Making every step excruciatingly painful. She soon decided that outrunning wasn't the right answer so she hid behind the third nearest tree, and got to reloading her revolver she had unloaded on those three men earlier. However she soon had the answer to the skill of the sharp shooter as the revolver in her hand was suddenly flung away. Followed by the sound of a gunshot, much closer this time. Looking over she found that her favorite gun was totally unsalvageable, the cylinder caved in on one side.

"Fuck" Amelia scream whispered. Her mind racing on what to do. Grabbing her knife again she held it close and hugged closer to the tree, while sliding away from the angle the shot had come from.

Soon she heard the sound of a single horse riding up and stopping a few meters from the tree line. Then heavy foot falls getting closer and closer to her position.

Holding her breath she got ready to do as she did before and lung out at the last second, hoping to catch them off guard. The steps got slower and slower as they got closer. Suddenly stopping with four or five feet of the tree, opposite her.

Suddenly a rustling of leaves to her right, she quickly lunged forward ready to stab. Only she didn't see anyone, just a rock tumbling. "Fuck" she thought right as she heard the sound of a gun cock right behind her head. Leaving her frozen stiff.

"Alright little lady, drop the knife" a gruff voice said behind her.

Wincing Amelia held her hands up and dropped the knife, letting fall to her feet.

"Kick it away" the voice said, before she felt the distinct feeling of a revolver barrel against the back of her head.

Grunting she kicked her favorite knife away, watching it disappear into the leaves and darkness.

Thinking on her feet Amelia put on her best damsel in distress voice "Mister you..." she tried to plead when...

*THUNK!*

...her vision went black.