The gunslinger came into town, and walked into the saloon, taking a seat at the bar.
The bartender walked over, cleaning a glass.
"What can I get ya?"
"A glass of whisky, and directions to Red Dawn McGree."
The saloon fell silent as the bartender poured out a whisky, and one of the locals approached him.
"Why you after him, stranger?"
The gunslinger knocked back the whisky.
"He killed my brother."
The local sighed.
"And you want revenge?"
"You're damn right."
"Well, see, Red Dawn is, well, a fantasy we created."
The poison in the whisky kicked in pretty quickly.
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