​     "Those cowboys are the worst shots in the world," Estelle said.​ "They're not even hitting the stagecoach, much less us." 

​     "They're simulates. They're fakes. They were never really designed to hit anything. I doubt their rifles even fire real bullets. I'm more afraid of arrows than...whoa."

     The horses, the simulates, continued to veer right as they continued to race across the dry, sandy ground. 

     Then,

     Something...

     Something kind of

​    WOONGGG!ed.

​     The scenery all around them wobbled. It was like something or someone had grabbed the very sky itself to give it a good, hard shake.

​     WWOOONNNNGGGG!

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