Utterly Mad

Amy smiled as the fake was run out of town. She put the bags that were cradled in her arms on the ground, and pointed to the rising dust with her hands now shaped like guns. With a quick 'bang bang' action in the direction of the wagon riding off into the distance, she pulled up her smoking guns and gave them a quick blow. "Another fox shot down at the chicken coop." She holstered her weapons and picked up the groceries. "Let's get out of here." She said with empowerment, and each step she took with her boots were proud and meaningful.