| Author: | Norman John | ISBN: | 9781532025587 |
| Publisher: | iUniverse | Publication: | June 28, 2017 |
| Imprint: | iUniverse | Language: | English |
| Author: | Norman John |
| ISBN: | 9781532025587 |
| Publisher: | iUniverse |
| Publication: | June 28, 2017 |
| Imprint: | iUniverse |
| Language: | English |
Hey, tough guys! I have been nursing cows longer than you been playing cards, and every one of them cows, have better manners than you do on your best day, and Ive also been a sheriff and every one of them bad ones had better manners than you do right now.
The card shark pushed his chair back with a jump, his fingers just an inch away from his shell belt gun.
Kens lips curled, showing his teeth, and Ken said, Mister, Ive been lifting cows and calfs for a living most of my life, you dont frighten me in the least, Ive stared down cows and bears, and when I was a sheriff, I stared down the wrong end of a barrel of a gun a time or two, all you have is a plum loco way of looking at things. Lets face it, you just dont look good and your stink is worse.
Alasdair said, Gie him a skelpit lug, oh, I forgot, give him a slap on the ear.
Ken thought the card shark looked like a rattler had been thrown on the table between us.
Then the card shark said, Stand up, Im callin you out, Ill shoot you down like a dog that you are.
Ken stood up and faced the card shark. The card sharks hand twitched, Kens hand blurred in movement, and magically, the .45 appeared in Kens hand. There was one loud roar, and the shining .45 bucked in Kens hand, a bluish-colored and acrid smell of gun smoke filled the air. The card sharks legs buckled and gave way. He crumpled to the floor with a bullet hole between his eyes. The bullet hole was a perfect triangle with that third eye Ken had just made.
Hey, tough guys! I have been nursing cows longer than you been playing cards, and every one of them cows, have better manners than you do on your best day, and Ive also been a sheriff and every one of them bad ones had better manners than you do right now.
The card shark pushed his chair back with a jump, his fingers just an inch away from his shell belt gun.
Kens lips curled, showing his teeth, and Ken said, Mister, Ive been lifting cows and calfs for a living most of my life, you dont frighten me in the least, Ive stared down cows and bears, and when I was a sheriff, I stared down the wrong end of a barrel of a gun a time or two, all you have is a plum loco way of looking at things. Lets face it, you just dont look good and your stink is worse.
Alasdair said, Gie him a skelpit lug, oh, I forgot, give him a slap on the ear.
Ken thought the card shark looked like a rattler had been thrown on the table between us.
Then the card shark said, Stand up, Im callin you out, Ill shoot you down like a dog that you are.
Ken stood up and faced the card shark. The card sharks hand twitched, Kens hand blurred in movement, and magically, the .45 appeared in Kens hand. There was one loud roar, and the shining .45 bucked in Kens hand, a bluish-colored and acrid smell of gun smoke filled the air. The card sharks legs buckled and gave way. He crumpled to the floor with a bullet hole between his eyes. The bullet hole was a perfect triangle with that third eye Ken had just made.
