Here it was: a showoff, a fight to the finish, two men, two guns, one bullet each. Mexican showdown. Who first, I wonder. What the heck, I might as well finish him off, he had taken a bullet to the stomach, good shoulder and through his thigh. I was luckier, I just had a bullet nick the tip of my toe. I raised the gun. BANG! But not my gun. With a shock, I realised that there was a sickening hole in my chest. As I felt my life slipping away, I raised the gun and fired at his heart. He slumped over, defeated and dead. “Sweet dreams.” I said, and fell to the ground.
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