Better not risk my horse's life, you decide. You continue on the trail, looking behind you every now and then. The men are still following you, but the gap between you and them is growing. You smile to yourself, knowing you've succeeded once again.
You look back and see the men have turned around. "They gave up!" you exclaim. Riding on, you congratulate yourself on dodging the law for the upteenth time. I'm getting pretty good at this, you think to yourself.
Maybe someday you'll return to Four Corners, but for now, you're more interested in towns with LESS lawmen.
THE END