[[Setting: The wild west back during the frontier times]]
A gunshots echoe could be heard as a man entered the saloon. The bar was filled to the brim with poker players, and drunks. The man grined and drew his guns and fired them into the ceiling, letting out a whoop. "Thats three this week." He said looking at the bartender who made a chalkmark on the blackbored behind the bar, bringing the total to fiftysix. "Im unbeatable." He bragged taking the beer he was offered by the bartender. "What about Zero?" came a question from the other end of the bar. The man laughed "He'd never show his face here" He said turning to the man. "And who might you be?" He laughed "Number fifty seven?" The man from the other end of the bar stood up, rising to his height of 6' 4 and walked to the other man, his black duster just missing the floor. "You already know who i am." He continued out the bar. Without a second thought the man ran out after him, reloading his six shooter. He was followed by the whole bar, who had grown silient listen to the two talk. As the crowd grew larger mummers of "Is that Zero?" and "Whos gonna win". The two men took thier places in the streat, both waitng on the clock to strike noon.
 Kami Dragonrider · Sat Mar 07, 2009 @ 02:39am · 3 Comments |
