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Several revolver shots are heard and and Sharpshooter's men begin to fall dead ad they scramble for cover, smoke filling the bar. As the smoke clears, I can be seen standing over a cringing Sharpshooter, my revolver an inch from his forehead. "Say hello to Satan for me." A single gunshot is then heard and Sharpshooter falls to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring out the door as I walk towards it, my spurs jangling the only sound in the deathly silent establishment. "This is Zanon's bar," I stop and look over everyone as I holster my revolver, duster blowing in the wind allowed in by the open door, "Best y'all remember that." With the grim reminder laying in the pool of blood made by Sharpshooter and his dead men lays on the floor of the bar, a Harley starting up and driving off can be heard, leaving behind an eery silence.
Edited by Zarkun on 6/4/2013 10:11 PM PDT
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