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may know the bandits whereabouts." I agreed and we turned our backs to the bandits.
We arrived at the fort around noon. There were people, children, soldiers, horses, and outlaws in the streets and saloons. In one of the saloons was a man
with a very fancy outfit, a white suit with a matching hat. He was talking smack while throwing back a shot. I sat next to him and ordered a shot myself. He
looked at my rifle with greedy eyes. "Datsa Nice rifle you gots dere" The man said. "Thanks" I replied, throwing back the shot. "You a good shot?" He asked. "I reckon I am" I said with a small grin, remembering that impressive shot i made on the gold buffallo. "Ok then, hows about we see about it?" "A shoot off. If'n I win, I get your shiny gun. f'you win, I'll give ye 20 dollars." I knew my gun was
worth more than twenty dollars, but i knew what it could do... "Deal!" I replied.
By this time it was high noon, and I was very convident, but a little nervous for some reason. It was a simple beer bottle target shoot, and I had the chief there to make it official. The stranger went first... BANG! The bottle broke into pieces... BANG! The second bottle broke... BANG! The third broke... BANG! The fourth... BANG! "DAMNIT!" The man said. The fifth was a miss. It was my turn and i knew i had this won. BANG! I shot without caring, cause i knew it was gonna hit. But to my surprise, the bottle was still there! The chief walked up to
me and said, "Maybe I should have told you the rifle only hits 'Breathing' targets." I glared at him as he chuckled. The next shot, I took carefull aim. BANG! The glass broke. BANG!.....BANG!.....BANG!.....
It was a tie, but neither me nor the man wanted it to end there. So we set up a tie breaker. One bottle each at twice the distance. The man took aim... BANG!
The bottle fell over, but was in one piece. I took aim... BANG! The bottle fell just like his. When we thought it was another tie, the chief noticed a small chip missing on my bottle. The mans bottle was in one piece, meaning the wind of his bullet knocked it over. "I'll be dadgum." The man said with a bitter look on his face. "I win. Not by much, but I still win." I said to the man still standing in disbelief. "I reckon you did." The man reluctantly handed over the twenty dollars and went on his way. I felt good about the fact that i won without the help of a magic gun... Imprint
We arrived at the fort around noon. There were people, children, soldiers, horses, and outlaws in the streets and saloons. In one of the saloons was a man
with a very fancy outfit, a white suit with a matching hat. He was talking smack while throwing back a shot. I sat next to him and ordered a shot myself. He
looked at my rifle with greedy eyes. "Datsa Nice rifle you gots dere" The man said. "Thanks" I replied, throwing back the shot. "You a good shot?" He asked. "I reckon I am" I said with a small grin, remembering that impressive shot i made on the gold buffallo. "Ok then, hows about we see about it?" "A shoot off. If'n I win, I get your shiny gun. f'you win, I'll give ye 20 dollars." I knew my gun was
worth more than twenty dollars, but i knew what it could do... "Deal!" I replied.
By this time it was high noon, and I was very convident, but a little nervous for some reason. It was a simple beer bottle target shoot, and I had the chief there to make it official. The stranger went first... BANG! The bottle broke into pieces... BANG! The second bottle broke... BANG! The third broke... BANG! The fourth... BANG! "DAMNIT!" The man said. The fifth was a miss. It was my turn and i knew i had this won. BANG! I shot without caring, cause i knew it was gonna hit. But to my surprise, the bottle was still there! The chief walked up to
me and said, "Maybe I should have told you the rifle only hits 'Breathing' targets." I glared at him as he chuckled. The next shot, I took carefull aim. BANG! The glass broke. BANG!.....BANG!.....BANG!.....
It was a tie, but neither me nor the man wanted it to end there. So we set up a tie breaker. One bottle each at twice the distance. The man took aim... BANG!
The bottle fell over, but was in one piece. I took aim... BANG! The bottle fell just like his. When we thought it was another tie, the chief noticed a small chip missing on my bottle. The mans bottle was in one piece, meaning the wind of his bullet knocked it over. "I'll be dadgum." The man said with a bitter look on his face. "I win. Not by much, but I still win." I said to the man still standing in disbelief. "I reckon you did." The man reluctantly handed over the twenty dollars and went on his way. I felt good about the fact that i won without the help of a magic gun... Imprint
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Publication Date: 10-16-2010
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