Untitled —Zoe Keeghan

She rode off into the sunset: just a girl and her horse, and a saddlebag full of gold.

Costume —David Nawaratne

The cowboy stood unconvinced in front of the mirror, staring at his cardboard hat and plastic gun, wondering if it would all be enough.

“What do cowboys dream of?” —David Nawaratne

riding into sunset, one day, just riding and riding and riding on our horsies till the sky goes black and all is peaceful.

Town Hero —David Nawaratne

Bang bang the pistol goes, that shotgun forearm makes him the deadliest crackshot in the west (I haven’t seen him but I’ve heard the stories).

Untitled —Breana Galea

“I know yer annoy’d ’bout us bein’ tied up here, but wut was I s’pposed tuh do huh—shoot ’im?”

The horse reared up, dropping its rider, and galloped into the horizon.

The sheriff and the outlaw were actually good friends, it’s just that both careers paid well and kept the other in business.