:chillpill: + gunshot = :tombstone:
OMG Ice, that's perfect! lmao!!!
:chillpill: + gunshot = :tombstone:
The wizard slowly walks out of the saloon into the street. "It is time." He tells himself,it is never easy gunning a man down. Once you kill a man the memory will haunt you forever. Add to that the little participation and answers he got from the town since his arrival and there is always the possibility that he may be wrong. These thoughts weigh heavy on his mind as he steps off the walk into the dusty street.
He doesn't think he is wrong however, the chance that he is still exists, but he feels confident that he found one of the scum trying to over run these innocent people.
"Why did I even take this job?" he asks himself.
The answer is simple. The wizard cannot sit idly by while others run roughshod over innocents. He remembers how his paw was gunned down trying to defend their small farm from the cattle barons in Tuscon. As he thinks on this his blood begins to boil.
"Chill!" He shouts as he steps into the street. "You spilled the whiskey Chill! Only a goon would waste good whiskey! Now I am going to gun you down Chill!"
Chill spins around and draws his pistol as he turns.
The wizard feels his Colt .44 leap into his hand with lightning speed, both guns go off so close they sound as one gunshot.
Time stands still for Chill and the Wizard.......