“This town ain’t big enough for the both of us.” Old Jenkins gnarled.

“Reckon we’ve got ourselves a problem, eh?” the stranger, Jose, took out his pistol.

“Gundown…” someone whimpered.

“Oy, you better keep your ugly mouth shut our I’ll do it for ya!”

Hot, dry wind blew tumbleweeds across their path. Women cried in the distance, worried about their sheriff.

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