My hand rested on the top of my Colt Dragoon, fingers wavering over the white vinyl grip.

Being a cheating scoundrel, he’d draw at two. They always did. Which meant I’d have to draw and fire at one.

I tipped my hat in his direction.

“On the count of three…”

Maxwell is a 9th grade student who has problems understanding tablets so sticks to books and his 2002 flip phone.