Guncrazy Matt, SWS #364

With two blazing pistols he's appearing in the cloud of burnt blackpowder forming a vicious grin in his face while the bullets tears holes in his long-coat. Like a mountain lion he gracefully turns while he cocks his pistols a second time and engages at the posse that follows him. Another fast turn and two additional steps latter he realizes in horror that the smokewagons are empty and just simply drops them while he launches for the double-barrel he sees lying a few feet ahead of him in the sand. In a continious flow he rolls behind a stone. On his knees he cocks the shotgun and blasts both barrels at his opponents. Without a choice he throw himself over the rock trusting the used shotgun against the last of his followers. When the steel plated end of the gun land straight on the nose of the offender the knees folds and a sudden calm enters. He turns over to his still smoking revolvers, picks them up and returns them to the holsters. Without looking back he leaves this hellhole by foot. While the towners again dares to go out in the street they see a small siluette disappering in the sundown...