| Author: | J.C. Hulsey | ISBN: | 9781311985675 |
| Publisher: | J.C. Hulsey | Publication: | February 17, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | J.C. Hulsey |
| ISBN: | 9781311985675 |
| Publisher: | J.C. Hulsey |
| Publication: | February 17, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
I looked at them both and spoke calmly, “I’m here to talk to you gentlemen.”
“Yer just a kid. What could you possibly have to say that we’d wanta hear? Now I’m gonna talk real slow, so you’ll understand what I’m saying. Turn around and leave before it’s too late!” he exclaimed.
I placed my hand on my pistol. “As I see it you have two options.” as I turned facing the man in black.
“What'cha mean? Two options?” He belched.
“Option number one is hand over your guns. March over to the jail and lock yourselves in a cell.”
“What’s the other option?”
I assumed the position ready to draw. “I think you know the other option.”
I shot as his gun was just clearing his holster. He fell face down onto the sawdust covered floor. I slid to my right, slouched down and shot the other fellow in the chest.
He fell back against the bar, sliding down until he sat on the floor. It was deathly quite after the gunfire.
I looked at them both and spoke calmly, “I’m here to talk to you gentlemen.”
“Yer just a kid. What could you possibly have to say that we’d wanta hear? Now I’m gonna talk real slow, so you’ll understand what I’m saying. Turn around and leave before it’s too late!” he exclaimed.
I placed my hand on my pistol. “As I see it you have two options.” as I turned facing the man in black.
“What'cha mean? Two options?” He belched.
“Option number one is hand over your guns. March over to the jail and lock yourselves in a cell.”
“What’s the other option?”
I assumed the position ready to draw. “I think you know the other option.”
I shot as his gun was just clearing his holster. He fell face down onto the sawdust covered floor. I slid to my right, slouched down and shot the other fellow in the chest.
He fell back against the bar, sliding down until he sat on the floor. It was deathly quite after the gunfire.
