“How long till we get there george?”
“Won’t be long’ now John, jus’ keep following me”

Johns horse wavered a bit, but he pulled the reigns and continued. “So this place was named tumble weed?” He asked, trying to create a conversation to kill the boredom.

“That’s right, folks who settled here named the town tumble weed, god knows why. I ain’t seen one for miles.

John was about to reply, but stopped as he saw a cart that was lying on the side of the road, a lady sat in-front of it, struggling to fit the wheel on.

“Hey george, s’pose that woman needs help? Shouldn’t we go and help her?”

George nodded “Alrigh’t, lets pull over and give that lass a hand”

They both slowly stopped their horses to a halt. Then dismounted.

“Hey there, need any help?” i asked. The woman just turned round and smiled. Without warning 3 men jumped from behind the cart carrying weapons.

“Git over here, an’ don’t try no funny business” The one on the right demanded. He spat on the floor and tipped his hat.