A wild west Story

In the heart of a ghost town, two figures stood facing each other … A cowboy named Hudson dawning a weathered hat that sits on his brow, so you can only see his stare of hope. An outlaw with a cold, dark stare that sends shivers down your spine. Wearing all black and holstering a cattleman revolver. Greybeard is the fastest gun in the west. The sky rumbles as dark clouds roll in, casting eerie shadows on the dusty ground. The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying whispers of old legends.Their hands hover over their holsters, fingers twitching, hearts pounding.Time seems to freeze. Every drop of rain felt like a countdown. With a flash of lightning, the first move was made. Dust swirled up as boots pounded the earth. Two shots fired, echoing across the barren buildings.The cowboy’s eyes narrowed, the outlaw’s smirk faded. Tension hung thick in the air. When the smoke cleared, only one stood tall. The storm is passing but the legend, the legend has just begun.

The town folk surrounding the two legends, both slingers were hit. They fired at the same time, and to their disbelief the bullet hit the same exact spot! Hudson fell down to the ground and Greybeard stood tall. Thinking He won the duel He walks over to Hudson and kicks His gun away from Him. TBC