• The wind was blowing sand in the air on a hot dry summer day. The sweat was running down my face as someone yelled my name. “Sarah, I got you a bounty post.” I flicked my tan hat up and said “I’m coming, hold your horses.” I walked in, brushing my sandy blonde hair back out of my face. “Hey there purrty girl don’t you think you’re a little too young for this job.” A man in a black cowboy hat said as he chuckled to his guys. I didn’t answer back because I knew these guys were nothing but trouble to girls my age.

    People like them never heard of a 17 year old girl bounty hunter. Then the man with the black cowboy hat grabbed me by my arm. I pull my dagger out of my belt and put the blade to his neck and whispered into his left ear, “Don’t you ever touch me again or this will happen to you.” I pushed a little harder on the edge of the dagger against his neck. The man with the black cowboy hat stared at me with fright in his eyes, “Please, I-I-I was just kidding around with you, please don’t hurt me.” He said with a shaky voice.

    Then a pretty orange haired girl with freckles on her cheeks came over to break the fight up, “Alright guys let’s break it up now,” She said nicely as she pulled me away from the man with the black cowboy hat telling me to put my dagger away. I put my dagger back on my belt and growled quietly, “You are lucky, you jerk.”

    Then as I was about to get my next bounty post, the same girl with the orange haired said, “Howdy, what’s your name?” As she adjusted her orange and brown cowboy hat, and smiled nicely at me. I just glared at her as I got my bounty post and said in a low voice, “The name is Sarah, now leave me alone, I got work to do.” The girl with the orange hair replied nicely, “That’s nice, my name is Shelby.” As she looked at my pink dress that had dirt on it, and then she looked at my face that look red and had mud on both of my cheeks. I pulled out a canteen from my black belt and took a drink, “Leave me the heck alone you Ginger, beat it now!” I said to Shelby in an annoyed voice. Suddenly the room got dead silent. All the bounty huntress’s eyes were on Shelby and I. “What did you call me, blondie?” Shelby said in an angry voice. Her freckles on her cheeks showed up bright red, like fire of hatred. I repeated with a smirk, “Ginger. Now leave me alone.” Then, suddenly she pulled out a flaming orange gun and pointed it at me. “All I was trying to do was be nice to you and this is what I get.” Shelby yelled angrily at me. I pulled out two lime green dagger from my sheath on my black belt, one in my right hand and the other in my left hand. Then I said with a smirk, “Bring it on Shelby, and show me what you got.” Then one of the bounty hunters said out loud, “Oh yeah, there is going to be a cat fight in here. Hey, boys let’s make bets who will win.”