[ IP ] The Knight with no name

It's a hot summer afternoon. There's not a soul in sight. The dust dances lazily in the gentle warm wind. Everybody's home, it'll be a few hours before the sun goes down and nobody wants to work this day. But wait, there's someone there, behind that old half burned stable. It's not one person but three men and they're kicking something... Or someone. 
 
 Its a woman and she's helpless to do anything, her mouth is too swollen to scream for help and her clothes are half torn. She has n't paid her rent yet and all's fair in this godless town. 
 
 There's another about. He looks like a traveller. Most of his face is obscured by his hat. A long pipe is visible below the hat. He wears a cloak around his torso. But what's this? There's something on his belt. Yes, its there, a long blade, there's no sheath though, its just attached at the pommel. Strange! 
 
 He notices something, off to the side. Behind the half burnt stable. His steady gait quickens but he does not raise his head. This is a man who knows what he's doing. 
 
 He approaches the men from behind and draws his sword. They turn to face him, startled at first but quickly their surprised expressions are replaced by varying degrees of anger. These men do not want to be disturbed. They notice the sword, relax a little and draw their revolvers. 
 
 The man is out gunned but he seems relaxed. He has n't moved an inch and he holds his sword loosely by his side. He raises his head to get good measure of his opponents while letting out a puff of smoke. His calm demeanour upsets the men even more. Upsets and scares them. Slowly they raise their revolvers to level with the man. The woman looks at her would be saviour with teary eyes but she has little hope for this swordsman. She prays fervently. 
 
 The goon closest to the swordsman says something but gets no reply. All goes quiet. The wind is still and the dust is dancing no more. The infrequent sobs of the woman the only sound in the air. Suddenly a deafening boom shatters the silence, it is then followed by many more booms. The goons want to take no chances with this strange swordsman. 
 
 The dust is in a frenzy, the smoke from the revolvers obscure everything. The swordsman is a blur and then everything is calm again. After what feels like an eternity, the dust settles. There's not a single sound in the air. The swordsman stands and before him lay the decapitated bodies of the goon. 
 
 The woman ca n't believe it, she's shocked. She vaguely remembers the gun shots and the blur, the heads falling. He wraps her in his cloak and gives her some water to wet her throat. She drinks it without hesitation. Her eyes still stare ahead, unblinking and unfocused. 
 
 The gun shots have woken the townsfolk from their mid day slumber, they lazily stumble out to find the cause of the commotion. One man recognises the woman and runs to embrace her. The swordsman? He's gone, just a sillouhette on the horizon. 
 
 **I've never written this way before, hope it is n't too bad. Please do let me know if this sucks**
