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The seconds ticked by. The man ,who had killed fifty-six men, stood at the right of the bar. His hand hovered nervously above his gun. The other man ,who had walked out first, only whipped his duster back, to revel his Black Peacemaker. As he saw the gun ,the other mans face drained of all color , A Black Peacemaker? He thought. Only Zero has one of those. "Quite" Called the man on the left. "And live"
"N-n-n-never" He called back. The second draged by, the crowed grew restless. Ten seconds now. The men looked at each other. The man on the lefts icy look penetraded through the other mans confidence. The clock struck noon. Both men reached for thier guns. One shot was heard.
 Kami Dragonrider · Sat Mar 14, 2009 @ 02:55am · 5 Comments |
