Sunday, 28 April 2024

Count To Six

I was reloading my gun when he jumped the bale of hay and had his revolver trained on me.


"End of the line, girlie. Ready to meet your maker?"


I stared at him, just waiting for him to kill me.


"Oh come on, you don't want any final words for your man before I kill him too?"


He wasn't shooting me. He knew better than to give someone a chance like this. I quickly tried to count his shots, got to 6, and lunged at him.


Turns out we'd both miscounted and he did have a bullet left in there. 

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