He stood twenty paces away, just past the end of the saloon. hand hovering over his holsted pistol.
"Draw, varmint!"
"Why? If you want to shoot me, why not just shoot me?"
He snorted.
"I ain't going to jail for the likes of you! You draw, I draw faster, kill you in self-defence, nice and legal like!"
"I didn't take you for a law abiding citizen."
"You'd be surprised how often men like me do follow laws!"
A gunshot rang out and he fell.
"And sometimes men like you don't."
I nodded at my hired gun on the saloon balcony.
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