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Wordplay
TheEdge949
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The piano tinkled away in the corner of the saloon as the sharpshooter eased his way across the floor, eyes fixed unblinking on the Sheriff sat at the small table, drinking.
It was late on that fateful night but the bar showed little sign of closing yet and the bar girls were still busy plying their trade amongst the throngs of drinkers, as another man entered the bar looking for a place to stay. The marksman knowing a predator when he saw one ignored the girls and slid up to the bar.
Ordering a sippin whisky he enquired about a room and also about the time the establishment usually closed. He learned that due to the influx of new faces and money brought about by the gold rush in the nearby hills, that the saloon usually stayed open until after the last train ,the midnight express, had passed through.
Settling on the bar he noticed another man slightly obscured by a pillar, the face seemed familiar and then he had it. The hitman, the man who had been responsible for cleaning out half the old town back West but what was he doing here?
Before he could figure it out another entrant to the saloon stopped all chatter and music as every eye followed the woman with the quickdraw holster on her thigh. Known as the avenger, she travelled around righting the wrongs that men had done to women and she was rumoured to be very good.
Just as violence seemed imminent a booming voice cut across the scenario and a Major redisplendent in uniform addressed the throng informing them that he was putting together a posse.
The sheriff signed up as did the marksman. After some consideration the sharpshooter, the avenger and the hitman followed suit after all they were all regular Bounty Hunters.
The End
It was late on that fateful night but the bar showed little sign of closing yet and the bar girls were still busy plying their trade amongst the throngs of drinkers, as another man entered the bar looking for a place to stay. The marksman knowing a predator when he saw one ignored the girls and slid up to the bar.
Ordering a sippin whisky he enquired about a room and also about the time the establishment usually closed. He learned that due to the influx of new faces and money brought about by the gold rush in the nearby hills, that the saloon usually stayed open until after the last train ,the midnight express, had passed through.
Settling on the bar he noticed another man slightly obscured by a pillar, the face seemed familiar and then he had it. The hitman, the man who had been responsible for cleaning out half the old town back West but what was he doing here?
Before he could figure it out another entrant to the saloon stopped all chatter and music as every eye followed the woman with the quickdraw holster on her thigh. Known as the avenger, she travelled around righting the wrongs that men had done to women and she was rumoured to be very good.
Just as violence seemed imminent a booming voice cut across the scenario and a Major redisplendent in uniform addressed the throng informing them that he was putting together a posse.
The sheriff signed up as did the marksman. After some consideration the sharpshooter, the avenger and the hitman followed suit after all they were all regular Bounty Hunters.
The End
Comments
Very good Mark. You are like a Mini wordsmith