“A cold chill crept—isn’t that a fun alliteration?—down my spine. They were everywhere. I was surrounded; nothing but my pistol and one shot left. I cocked my hammer and aimed right for their leader.
“When he saw that, I tell you, I wiped that smile off his face. Before anyone could do anything, I shot him off that great big horse of his.”
“That’s very interesting, but we’re more interested in where the money is.”
“Well, I was in a pretty desperate way.”
“As you are now, old man.”
“Thing is, when their leader was dead, they lost all heart. No real reason to hurt me. Maybe they hated him as much as I did. Maybe they feared him more than me. Maybe they didn’t know how many shots I had left.”
“I really hope we won’t have to do anything disagreeable to you, old man.”
“You’re running these boys, right?”
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