It was getting dark. We raced through the woods towards the town. I jumped off my horse and sprinted towards the town square. The village was being attacked by bandits. I pulled out my pistol and glanced at my best friend Harry. He nodded and we shot our guns in the air. The bandits stopped for a second and stared at us. There were six of them in total. One of them had a gun. He shot at me. It hit my gun and knocked it out of my hand. Harry shot at one of the bandits and he fell over clutching his stomach. We chased after the bandits as the village people watched us disappear into the night.