Two horses trotted to the base of the hill, their riders waiting for something to arrive.

A cabin sat at the top of this hill, sturdily lying in wait. A man came from the cabin's door. He appeared to be an older man walking with a cane. The rider, upon noticing the old man, did not get off his horse, nor did the woman on the other horse, nor did the little girl sitting in her lap.

"Pa, this is it. I'm happy you built this place, but now, it’s time to go. You have to leave, Pa."

The rider seemed a bit nervous, but one could not tell if he was scared for his father or of him. The old man did not move and looked at the other rider.

"Your son is right. You need to come with us and leave, stayin’ here ain't doing you good."

There was no response from the child, as she only buried her face in her mother's dress.

"It's the modern age Pa! You can't be livin’ out here on yer own waitin’ for something to come kill you! We want you to come with us. Please Pa."

The rider seemed to be begging now, and yet his left hand rested on the peacemaker at his hip, as if he was waiting for something to tick him off.

The old man furrowed his brow, and turned around, whistling a song as he headed back into the house.

"Pa-!"

The rider called out in vain as a sudden, sharp, piercing whistle heralded the arrival of something, and then screaming came from the bottom of the hill.

The little girl ran as fast as she could towards the cabin, fearing for her life as her parents were torn into bits by a monster she couldn’t see.

"Grampa!!"

She was crying, slamming her hands on the door, which was locked from inside.

"Grampa, please!!!"

The monster came back, its figure looming behind her. If it had a shadow, its presence would have been cast on the door. The girl fell to her knees, sobbing and weakly hitting the door.

But the monster did nothing and walked away. The door opened, and there stood the old man.

"Damn young kids. It's sir, you brat."