The lone sheriff stood resolute against the rugged desperado. The heat of the sun at twelve o' clock high burned into their skin. There was a long pause, their fingers twitched...
CRACK!
...It was all over in the blink of an eye. The desperado lay on the ground, and as he began to cough he beckoned weakly for the lawman to approach. As the sheriff bent low to the desperado, the outlaw began to move his lips "h-how did you beat me?" he croaked "no other gun in the west is as fast as mine". The sheriff paused a moment, then withdrew a sparkling vessel and laid it upon the ground next to the desperado. The dying man knew then that he hadn't even stood a chance, and as he took his last breaths the sheriff turned and walked away.
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I'm not quite sure what it is I like about it... but I like that something a lot. Fantastic work!
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