I was one of the grave stones, the burly Mexican was sweating buckets and a reed thin evil man was smiling back at both of them.
As I awoke to the sound of the rolling thunder of their colts, I jerked back into myself.
But damn it all if next to my bedside table lay something that I couldn't explain. The smell of black powder lingered like a perfume, as I rubbed my eyes, cleaned my glasses and looked again. Happy new year to me
.
is nice.