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Gunslinger

He is crossing the desert after the man who killed his father. The crossing is though, but the need for revenge keeps him going.

After days in open desert, he finally reaches a village.

The story of the murder and his seek for revenge travelled faster than he did, though, and the townsfolk knew who he was as soon as he entered town. They’re a peaceful folk and afraid of gunslingers.

He came armed with 2 Colt pistols and an  incredible amount of hatred.

They all run to hide inside their houses, waiting for him to pass and go on with his business.

When he entered the town’s Saloon, all he saw was an empty room. Not a single soul to serve him.

He poured himself a pint of beer, grabbed some jerky and sat down to eat before continuing on his journey.

“Coward pricks! It’s not them I’m after…. Well, at least I get free beer.”

WildWestSaloon


This post was written in response to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers , with photo prompt provided by myself, and contains 156 words.

The picture is of a saloon in Virginia City, Montana, which is an authentic wild west city, that had the buildings preserved to this date.
Today it’s more like a touristic attraction, but much more authentic than the “fabricated” ones.
The guys from our party all sat down and ordered beer.
They didn’t have jerky, though, just peanuts. And the shells were supposed to go to the floor. I guess it added to the spirit of the place. ;o)

 

Gunslinger is a word I learned recently. Having had watched the wild west movies all in  Portuguese as a child, I simply didn’t know the English word, until last year when I started reading The Dark Tower series by Stephen King. And that’s what inspired the crossing the desert image

“The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.”
– Stephen King

To see other stories inspired by the same prompt,  click the blue frog below. 

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10 thoughts on “Gunslinger”

  1. LOL! He gets to town and everyone has hidden from him. Poor guy! At least he got free beer and jerky. Haha! Cute story! Love that you all were suppose to put your peanut shells on the floor. Haha! I imagine that looked pretty messy and was hard to walk on.

    1. It looked messy indeed. But only below the bar stools. The rest of the floor was clean, so no problem with walking.
      Initially we were putting them on the counter, then the lady who served us was the one shoving them to the floor and telling us we could just drop them. oh well…. 😉

  2. Thanks all for the comments. The funny thing is that the beer line came after rereading it. Initially I would not have included it. I guess it made the story change a bit. 😉

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