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"Hey, varmint." drawls Sheriff Josh. "Looks like this town isn't big
enough for the both of us!" "Oh yeah?" yells the sunburnt desperado over the wreckage of the bar's counter. "I'm calling you out, Sheriff Josh! Tommorow! Main Street! At noon! A showdown! We'll see who's bigger!" Spittle burst from the criminal's mouth. His right eye twitched as if he was being poked with a nail. "Tommorow? Noon? Main Street?" "That's right. Or are you chicken?" "Naw, I'll be there." The next day, 11:58. "Haw, haw, stupid Sheriff's gonna die." The wind curled his brown, tattered coat about. His silver guns glinted in the powerful rays of the sun. His right eye was still twitching, faster then ever. BAM! Blood spurted out of the desperado's forehead. It slid straight between his eyes and flowed off the end of his burnt and peeling nose like a minature waterfall. He grunted and farted. His face sank into an expression of despair. The crook fell over like a cut tree. Sheriff Josh stepped out from an alley. "Stupid idiot. Showdowns are for children.
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