“You folks, git movin’ on into the next car. We ain’t got all day.”
The bandits waved their guns around, directing everyone into the last passenger car. Women were trying desperately to keep their little ones quiet, not an easy task with all of these guns on display. Their men clutched luggage and belongings, shuffling in the slow-moving queue, looking pale.
When the desperados stopped the train, rumors had dispersed through the passengers at the speed of panic, but now all was grimly quiet. The bandits intended to either take hostages, or just collect everyone into a single car and strip them of their valuables.
The masked rider in white suddenly appeared on a pale horse galloping toward the front of the train. “We’re saved!” The women cheered…
“Jimmy. We’re in Spokane, time to see Grandma.”
“What happened to all the bandits, momma?”
Momma just laughed, “No bandits, Jimmy, just us.”
150 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt: