🤠 The Riders

"Write a story set during a battle."

At 20 miles per hour, a cargo train jam-packed with medicine had been stolen in the middle of nowhere. The responsible are the Jardouz Family. A well-known cartel in the north of Jalisco, Mexico. 

    The whistle was heard.

    On an Appaloosa horse named Oakley, one of the two cowboys headed toward the moving train in the distance. The dust haze surrounding the rider and the basin's lack of moisture made the sight difficult for the machine's drivers. His elongated complexion and long cloaks combined with the poor soil there were. 

    A midday sun hit him in the face; however, his brown-rounded hat stopped any ray from touching him. The guy over the horse could be Kamal or his younger brother, Dr. Zomaki. His head remained unknown. The anesthesia they needed to cure the town's population was located in the last two cars of the train's entire body.

    Dr. Zomaki, the fastest of his family and future major of the town, told his brother they had to capture the train before 1 p.m. If not, the cargo will cross a bridge, and they won't recover the medicine. He left the house. After ten minutes of riding, he considered the possible consequences of losing thousands of therapeutics and being alone in the next battle. At least thirty-seven people will day this week, twenty-two the next one. I can't take that risk, he thought. "Come on, Oakley. We are close," he yelled. The horse kept the pace.

    "Without our help, my brother won't do anything; he is only one man. The smugglers must be ten, at least. So, move on, little girls!" shout Kamal Reyes to his companions. An intense gaze followed the order. A fifteen-men caravan two minutes behind Zomaki were screaming and creating an immense cloud of sand. He recognized the small but fast horse in front of it. The cavalcade was directed by his oldest brother, Kamal.    

    The train's thieves were making fun of the doctors. The Jardouz Family enjoyed playing action music while committing robberies; their black capes were all made of animal skins. There was no color on them but a small emblem. The golden-seal in their shoulders in the form of musical tone made them shine—dramatic drums were sounding in the air, da-dum-da-dum.

    How the accident had happened was a common thought between the Reyes' family. "We've got guards and animals to take of the building, " Zomaki murmured. "The only time the train station is alone is at...There you go! Those morons Jadouz somehow got into our cars and waited there; the thickness of the walls saved them from being heard. Rather impressive."

    Meanwhile, Kamal and his caravan saw a gray body coming in front of their eyes. The tall cowboy alongside his big, beige horse looked like a single body.

"He is not moving. He stands still," said Kamal.

  "It is way better if we fight this together," Zomaki whirled his face and replied.

The distance between the train and the caravan was less than one hundred meters. Some smugglers started throwing arrows. The sound of the drums grew louder.

    "Alright, guys. I hope you said goodbye to your wives because some of us may die today. Remember, the drums are just for scaring us. Be strong. That medicine will save us if we win." finished Kamal. 

The first arrow hit one rider.