The burn engulfed him now, yet he felt cool, the light seemed brighter, everything was more clear, moving at a slower speed. He kept walking, thirty feet separating them, twenty-five, twenty, then he saw the blink begin, and knew the draw was coming. He reacted, the Colt pulled up level, and he fired.” He saw it strike squarely into Sonny’s chest, but the young Wilkins boy didn’t fall. He was aware of the impact, and the burning sensation in his right side, as he thumbed the hammer of the Civilian Model single-action revolver to move another round into position, then squeezed the trigger again. He watched as the bullet struck his opponent right beside the first entry wound, which was now crimson with blood. Wilkins staggered back, his eyes glazed in total disbelief, then collapsed in a heap.

Mick felt nausea as he slipped the Peacemaker back into the holster, then lowered his head to see what was causing the pain in his side. But before he could see, everything started going black. “It’s over, it’s finally over.”

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