barz looked at axel.
axel looked at barz.
The heat was shimmering off the dusty street.
"You know what? You ain't worth my time" barz said as he moved his hand away from his holster and slowly backed up.
"I knew you were a worthless chicken shit" axel laughed, spitting on the ground. The next thing you know, barz was clutching his chest. Red seeped through his white shirt. He collapsed to his knees.
"You worthless piece of...."
And then he fell over. Dead.
axel looked stunned. He hadn't fired. But he did see a figure walking up the street. Black chaps, pink boots and a pink shirt. Curly jet black hair barely contained by the diamond studded white cowboy hat.
"Who in the name of Hoo are you?" axel asked.
A purse fell.
"I'm the San Franthico Kid. But you can call me Scott. Isn't this fabulous?"
to be continued.
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