Western

The streets were deserted in the dusty town. Desolate bar three men who were arguing. Epiphets were hurled, and eventually the men got on their horses and rode a short distance from the town. Getting off their horses, they formed a triangle. They looked at each other, pondered, wondering who would move first. Glances were exchanged, hands twitched. 3 shots were heard.

The locals from the town later went out to find out what had happened. They found the bodies of three men.

Alternative Version

The streets were deserted in the dusty town. Desolate bar three men who were arguing. Epiphets were hurled, and eventually the men got on their horses and rode a short distance from the town. Getting off their horses, they formed a triangle. They looked at each other, pondered, wondering who would move first. Glances were exchanged, hands twitched. 3 shots were heard. One man hit the ground immediately. The second staggered, fell to his knees and then fell to the ground. The third man felt a sense of pride, until he felt his side. His hand was covered in blood. He looked up at the sun, and slumped into the dirt.

The locals from the town later went out to find out what had happened. They found the bodies of three men.

Inspired by The Good, The Bad and The Ugly (excellent film). I created two versions so I figured it would only be fair to put both up. Feedback is welcomed.

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About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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