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Take the Shot

The walls of the canyon echoed with the blast of two shotgun barrels emptying themselves into something or another. Maybe it was a desperate fugitive. Maybe it was the sheriff. Maybe it was a snake or a wildcat. Maybe it was just a cross-eyed bush.

The vultures were curious, regardless.


Noon: the sun stood still overhead.

A man in a black hat faced a man in a brown hat.

“Take ten paces!” cried the sheriff.

One, two, three, four—BANG!

Brown hat fell. Blood pooled in the dust; black hat smirked.


Black hat fell. “Filthy cheater,” said the sheriff.