Showdown at the OK Corral

It was a miserable day. The scorching Arizona sun beat down on the parched dirt, dried out grass blowing away in the desert wind. stewartaxel sat at the filthy bar, nursing a glass of bourbon. He was stung by his failure to capture those two desperados, Big Dick Dotan and the 40 Year Old Kid. The door to the tavern flew open and an old face appeared.

"Drunk again, loser?"

axel slowly turned, tipping his hat up slightly, "I thought I smelled something, barz. It was that week old garbage, but then you overwhelmed the smell."

barz sat down a couple of stools away from axel, "Gin, neat" he said to the barkeep.

He turned to look at axel, "So what name you going by this week? Chicago kid? Take Two Kid?"

"Fuck off you old bastard"

barz just laughed. "You're still stung cuz Big Dick Dotan got away with your loot."

"Maybe I am. What the hell business is it of yours?" axel said, his hand falling to his holster.

"You don't want to do that, boy. You'll lose that hand." barz said carefully unstrapping his weapon. The barkeep had made himself scarce.

axel turned to face barz. The two stared at each other for a few moments.

"Draw."

to be continued.....