[ TT ] Write a Wild West adaption of a Greek myth . ( Inspired by the original cowboy , the minotaur . )

It has been months since my daughter has been kidnapped by bandits, dragged from my arms as I lay hopeless on the floor, my eyes watering with tears as she is dragged away by the group outside and off into the dessert bed in the evening sun. 
 
 I woke up a few days later in my bed, the sheets painted red, and with Anasthas the local doctor standing besides me. 
 
 `` Where did they take her?'' I cried at him. `` you have been through hell and high water Mythos, your wound are deep, you need to rest!'' 
 
 `` WHERE DID THEY TAKE HER!'' I shouted at him with the little strength I had. yet at that moment i felt a burning sensation in my chest, the sheets darkened as i fell unconscious. when I woke up the doctor was gone. I laid there alone in the darkness of night. my wife sleeping in a chair besides me. I could n't stop thinking about Ariande, I was n't going to loose her. 
 
 the days passed and my wounds healed. yet the scars of my daughter remained. I looked around my old town, pleading for the slightest hint of where she was taken off to, my luck gave light one day in the tavern, I sat alone in the corner, drinking from my lone bottle of gin. when a traveler came through the door. his clothes were tattered and his boots were dusty, outside a white horse stood. 
 
 He neared the bar, and asked the bartender for a hard rum, he spoke of the bandits that ravaged his town, looking for women. my attention peaked, I drew closer and asked him of the bandits. 
 
 He turned slightly and spoke, he said the bandits were ruthless, pillaging any town in hopes of finding riches to bring to their camp, ruled by a fierce bandit. `` The women, WHY DO THEY TAKE THE WOMEN!'' I urged him. drinking in silence he spoke softly once more. 
 
 `` They take them into the canyon near Crete, a twist of valleys ruled by Minos. a bandit who is only known as a myth, said to ride a hairy brown stallion, with he himself resembling the beast. he is said to lead a herd of wild buffalo, trained to raze and demolish any that would oppose him. he demands a sacrifice, ruling with fear those who oppose him. the bandits give the women as an offering. the valley itself is an uncharted maze, rumored to trap those who enter, never allowing their departure ever again. I know no more of him, or the canyon. except that only a fool would dare pursue such task.'' 
 
 he turned back to his mug, unfthemed by my face of worry and despair. I knew i had to go after her yet the task seemed impossible to complete. yet determined I went home and told my wife my intents. 
 
 knowing I had set my mind she passed me my trusty pistol and went to saddle my horse, I remembered the warnings of the valley, I took a bag of salt and saddled up for my journey. 
 
 Weeks passed as I crossed the dry bed of the dessert, eventually in the distance, the silhouette of a small town appeared in the distance, as i reached closer i saw the valley, it spanned for miles ahead, twisting and turning in unnatural manners. i hurried to the drop. yet in the entrance to the crevasse stood an old man as i got close he rose his hat and said to me. `` i suppose you're here for.... him.'' 
 
 `` yes'' i responded in haste hurrying to start the difficult trek. 
 
 `` well just a tip sunny boy, when the stench reaches you, you will be close'', I hurried into the valleys running through the narrow riverbeds that remained from long ago. suddenly I heard a soft weep in the distance. I ran in its direction only to find myself in a small opening. where a ranch stood. it was quiet and a single girl was standing in the light. `` ARIANDE!'' I screamed, the girl turned to me running towards me with open arms, but suddenly she froze in horror, a foul stench reached my nose, i turned around to face a herd of buffalo with a single rider in the front, hairy as a bear and with no shirt, riding a tall brown horse. 
 
 `` I see you found my little share of paradise you mug'' hes announced, his voice echoing in the mountain around me. `` i suppose you have come to take her, you must know i do n't take kindly to guests, yet you're in luck. its just about high noon, lets make a deal. winner keeps the girl, looser dies. simple right?'' 
 
 he unmounted his horse, and stood there ready to draw, though my head told me to run i drew closer, preparing my grip. the sun was high. suddenly the bell of a nearby town rang. i drew faster than ever i thought possible, yet my shot missed. he lowered his guard taunting me with a deep laugh. `` you loose'' he smiled lifted his gun and aimed at me. i stood defeated yet as if a miracle. my shot hit the ground frightening his herd. they ran as a stampede, trampling Minos and he screamed from below the startled bulls. 
 
 I turn around and run towards Ariande, grasping her and yelling `` LETS GO'' we ran to the horse. yet the herd had dispersed my trail. quickly i remembered the valley was barren, yet the buffalo must eat! i ran towards the herd pursuing them through the valley until finally we came on to a patch of open grass. we made it. i clutched my daughter in tears and said. `` i missed you, lets go home'' 
 
 ( thanks for the patience this is my first story response: ) )
