The hooves sounded like thunder. Each beat rounding up dirt all around them. Arrows whizzing past them. She looked back, just once. An arrow ploted itself in her arm. She got ahold of the leather reins and whipped the horse which made the silver blur run even faster. Kill or be killed. She thought. She pulled her pistol and knocked an indian off his pony.
This is an example of someone heroic. And i love it!
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