Tense silence shrouded the dusty road as the gunslingers faced each other. The newcomer, known only as “The Kid”, kept his focus on Earl.
Earl’s thin lips curled upwards. His hand twitched eagerly near his belt. He’d been challenged by so many, he didn’t need to concentrate.
Confident in his superior skills, Earl’s mind had already turned toward what he’d be having for lunch.
“Roast beef with a side of new kid”, he thought with a smirk.
Earl’s right hand man, Luke, began the countdown. Luke counted off the ten paces, each number yelled out after an excruciatingly long pause. Earl deftly snapped his weapon to readiness, pivoting with a grin as the final yells of “Ten!” and “Fire!” echoed around the spectators.
Earl’s smile evaporated. The new kid got the draw on him.
The new kid helped Earl to his feet, ‘Told you the Supersoaker Turbo 5000 was better.’
© Alison Pearce 2009