posted May 15, 1999 03:44 AM
Afraid to let this mighty forum die...where are all of you?
Darkness...thick, hot night...there are tumbleweeds rolling
down the Main Street of Thief Town...Marshal Stonewall, looking
suspiciously like Clint Eastwood, steps out of The Bucket of Blood
Saloon and surveys the quiet scene...sticking to the shadows, the
new Marshal walks slowly down the wooden sidewalk...the echoes from
his bootheels clocking back from across the deserted street...
The Town Drunk shambles up to the horse trough and dunks his
head...The Marshal watches from the shadows, not even seeing this
all-too-common sight...his mind is on the disturbing lack of
humanity in town...
It's quiet he muses too quiet...
Across the street, a curtain is pulled back, and a worried
face peeks out at the lone sentinel of the night...a horse whickers
in a nearby paddock...a grey tomcat slinks like a wraith under the
Far away, in the silence of utter high desert darkness, a
sound...hoofbeats...regular, steady, coming fast...Marshal Stonewall
loosens the six-shooter in the holster...for he has just realized
the deadly implications of that monotonous, drumming noise...
It's Real Life the realization hits hard, like the impact of a
bullet Real Life, out of prison, and coming to settle his score
with this town, like he said he would on the day Judge Nightfall
sentenced him to oblivion...
There is no time for a fancy plan...no time for
reenforcements...The Marshal steps into the street to meet the
Him or me...this time, it's him or me...
Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks...