Microfiction: Disturbed Zone

These are lonely roads that I ride on.

No vexing women and no malevolent men.

This is my zone, my place of tranquility.

A chance to get away from death.

But sometimes, it follows me, in the form of bandits.

At these times, I let my pistols do the talking…

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Prompts:

50 Word Thursday #36

Six Sentence Story – Zone